Lugging your body
is my new talent
For dinner I order
a bowl of spaghetti for me
ice for you
speak about work war politics
You don’t
interrupt
When I take your body to the zoo
I prop it up
near the cheetah cage
hold your eyes open
I say isn’t it sad
how she’ll pace for miles
but go no where
You agree
At church
you fall on the floor
They shout Slain in the spirit!
and it makes me wonder if you’ve changed
They say a man dies
the same way he lived
I say you’re better
company now –
Me taking you for ice cream
You keeping your hands
to yourself
If God is too busy
to decide where you belong
He’s welcome
to consult with me
Cyndie Randall’s poems appear or are forthcoming in minnesota review, DIAGRAM, The Florida Review, Frontier Poetry, Crab Creek Review, and elsewhere. She works as a therapist and lives among the Great Lakes..
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