Prayerless
my
hands tremble
afternoon
light teases the oregano
in the
kitchen window
something
survives here anyway
as I
disintegrate with random entropy
my
fault my fault my
fault
lines shift silent tears
run
down her cheeks eyes hard
my
fault my fault my child
core
of my being shivering
begging
to fall into a black hole
in her
pajamas my baby my life
creation
of my XX, your flawed XY
on the
edge of our familial singularity
no logarithm
can save us from
this
spiral no blessing no
prayer
of Fibonacci numbers
chanted
in sacred precision
null
set sunshine nothing no
thing
left but cuban oregano
claiming
the light
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