Thy Kingdom Come/ Thy Will be Done Hallowed be the name of thy children bagged & buried beneath snow the woman strangled in her bed the child raped in a middle school bathroom how can you bear what you’ve seen here o ugly snow of my childhood tell me where my faith is buried when you go love governed by seasons I am a season betrayed by sun-slits in the pavement the sidewalks broken by the live oaks’ lost roots growing toward the sky perhaps like people trees want more of the world than what they are born to if there is a heaven show me how we’ll be restored promises like peonies growing over gravestones in a cemetery I wander wanting a name for my baby that has already been claimed surely curses are more than myth o lord bless the child I carry bless the widowed wind bless the cherry blossoms so briefly in-bloom bless what you’ve given us bless what you take & take & Uninhabitable Sphere In the hours a child bends into a labyrinth, who sees the hours building in me this absence? I asked for a city to rebuke the river I am. I asked for more sea -sons. The country of my mother that I gave up years ago. A woman I wove from sand & syllables. The phrases thrown away when her body failed us. I follow the hollows in the orphaned earth, but I refuse the fence, the dam, the log-laced river bottom. The departed, like velvet -cloaked bells. Each ovary, a diamondfull satchel. Where are the minutes I will disappear in? I thought a child would make me immortal. But only the hours bear a child. Slick. Indistinct. Reeking of fertilizer & coffee grounds. Sometimes, I want to go. The child will not grow closer. I will not be distracted. What fanfare is there in being brave? I reach into the ground & feel hundreds of years. Waiting mouths. The hours that I won’t be known. A heaven that exists to empty a mother of ghosts. Of all of this possiblity.