my father’s open palm, drum taut, all war song.crown of lye, barrette & braid. two chordsplucked out my mother’s throat, wrapped in foil,hurled off a lake bluff. sink full of the boys’dishes & my wet, shriveled hands. all this, sea:bruise blue, ghost thick. & there. somewherebetween chicago & home, my third skinscorched onto a highway, pipe tucked in myboot, gina’s breath singed to my neck. the sin ofher, my first good meal. the entire tongue. everyfinger & lash, sweet lightning. whole body,gospel. whole mouth, cauldron. whole heart,witch witch witch. & there, land: a bed I builtmyself, fresh country. & there, sky: endlesschoir of cocoa & rose & my name.