Birthday, Party of Six
Benjamin Niespodziany
[1]
We sat
bruised
in the shoebox
of the king.
[2]
God was in the tree
eating someone
we once knew
so well.
[3]
The caretaker was
aware of the shadows
we did
not have.
[4]
God asked us
and God asked us
and we exhaled
more fog.
[5]
Shovel
entered earth
like knife
through pie.
[6]
The window
its own world,
too windful
to close.
Benjamin Niespodziany writes poems while working the night shift at his library.