Make Way for the New Odd Number

Here

Take my coleslaw

Only what isn’t mine interests me

Take my stuttering pebbles

And these barn owls waiting for absence

Take this earth listening for silence

Take the slow law of the cartoon cannibal’s kettle

Take this pile of Brasilia nuts

Recently crawling on the table

A question against all catechisms

When will we finally realize

What’s getting in the way of our salvation

Is our clothes?

Take me

Struggling here to stitch
Myself into your wounds