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My father’s latest stray, half-grown half-husky racing through puddles, won’t last long.

And there’s my mother, trembling for the safety of her kids, saying something at the looming man, trying to reason where there’s no room for reason.

The sting took her away, past the moon, and she was nowa nuqta and now a vowel.

I was fire from which air is withheld, a charged element.

The God who risked appearing in the flesh is the same God who leaves it to artists to bear witness.

If one comes to you saying ‘God said’ or ‘God speaks to me in secret,’ tread upon such words as a moth treads possible prey.