hour 9 poem 9 dear sarah you’ll make it so long you don’t think long about making it so long you live In the present moment start there start anyplace you got your feet

my hips can’t be heard crying out
from lack of hinged
use    no they can’t
be heard    nor can tibia   nor fibula
—those bones that sparked
im not just listing
body parts here
whose to know
why things break why they grow
together again— cuff
of new bone formed around
the break when it happened
god let you live again i’m talking
about god and where is god
in trauma the body remembers

i remember there being no god at that time

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