God is Your Shoulder
Is the bone in you the place you didn’t grow a wing the lifting your body refuses is God belonging you here again & again to the red ground and the done daylight and the hour when it flares back up again is God won’t leave you alone you can’t resist your sinew or your skin your scapula the shape it takes it makes you up and up ahead is God is your own hand reaching out to break your fall the way you hear it in your joints is God is a tiny gun you can’t outrun your weight is God the waiting for the impact or the thing that breaks is God so busy with his muscling he cannot save the house he’s made.