Stupid boy.
You can get lost in every book
But you'll never forget yourself
The way god forgets
his hands.
When they ask you where you're from,
tell them your name
was fleshed from the toothless mouth
of a war-women.
That you were not born
but crawled, headfirst-
into the hubger of dogs. My son, tell them
the body is a blade that sharpens
by cutting.