The night I got grave dust on my hands after dusting off my mother’s grave / I was lent a…
The sound down low, the impossible blue
/ of the Water Cube in Beijing filling the screen.
/ A young diver stands on the…
/ (for Mateo)
/ I remember your Moses basket before you were born.
/ I’d stare at the fleecy white sheet for days, weeks,
My seventy-seven-year-old father
/ put his reading glasses on
/ to help my mother do the buttons
/ on the back of her dress.
/ ‘What a pair…