“What is broken, God Blesses” and Piranha Fishing
“What is broken, God Blesses”
–Jimmy Santiago Baca
Broken with the hollow and can never be sung; tomato vines, sticky gnats, yellow flower of bodies into nectar. Just to taste memory. Under my own steam away now to the place before you were. !—deep inside this brown-paper-bag-I-ripen, root into river into the soft part of your arm into push of lung into . . . yes: sea glasses in cow purple petunia church blue wood plank green spoon of this broken thing, this, just to fix it: I am.
