Wednesday, July 10, 2024


After everyone who smiles 
when they say your name 
has died—

after every insincere 
prophet out there

after the government 
files are 

and you learn, 
as the tide 
turns, that God 

was never 
on your side—then 

you may know 
how the horror film 
heroine feels: 

like the black hole 
at the center 
of the universe,

or the last one 
which vicissitude has 
deigned to leave alive—

not out of grace 
or compassion, 

but as a plot line,
as test 
of her capacity 

to look head-on
at the epiphany 
as it dawns in her mind 

that, this whole time, 
the calls have been 
coming from inside.