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The insides of our mothers’ bodies are the only places that are most certainly past. From then on, from there on, every room is just an echo of that first, red room.

Micah Bateman channels T.S. Eliot, slantwise. “In the room the women come and go / Talking of Leo DiCaprio.”

I maintain that we need more of her: the vessel, the container, the harbor.

I need / a blessing and I am not blessed.

I think now is an interesting time, when the dialogue between religion and science can advance our understanding of the world like a mirror.

Jonah was on the lookout for enemies everywhere, just like his late father, whose vigilance ultimately proved prophetic if futile.

On the decay of flowers. “I love the way they teach me to love / the things I can’t get close enough to.”

Perhaps all these / years God has denied me / the little grace / I hoped for in preparation / for the larger / one

She was pretty sure she was too crazy to be a mother, and when the yearnings showed up, every few years, they now passed quickly.

“The old / cars had iron, the new, light aluminum / alloy, chromium, even plastic. / My father-in-law with Alzheimer’s walking / along Highway 6 to flag a semi.”