From “Listen to the Golden Boomerang Return”

 

         a shotgun above every
           door where I grew up
             I did not mean to
               get her ashes
                 on my shoes
                   I will wait
                     to walk in
                      the rain
                      refusing
                      to exert the
                    stress of time
                 everyone envied
              everyone’s shotgun
          behind their backs
     our favorite game
  when I was a baby
was to throw me
  off the roof
    then run
      downstairs
        to catch me
          oh how we
            laughed