my body feels borrowed, machetona, skittish and flaco

In late July, you unfurled my fingers / and set into my palm a stray fossil

all that’s left / is dirt, holes / bored, hollow rain / pungent soles

A fruitcake in the mold / of crucified Christ; if they were still sold, / indulgences, too. No suburban mall / stores such…

On the way home the lieutenants were talking about an aided case / some kid they had to cut down from a tree