God is Your Shoulder
Is the bone in you
the place you didn’t 
grow a wing the lifting 
your body refuses
is God belonging you
here again & again 
to the red ground 
and the done daylight
and the hour when 
it flares back up again
is God won’t leave you
alone you can’t resist
your sinew or your skin
your scapula the shape
it takes it makes you up
and up ahead is God 
is your own hand reaching
out to break your fall
the way you hear it
in your joints is God
is a tiny gun you can’t
outrun your weight
is God the waiting
for the impact or the 
thing that breaks is God
so busy with his muscling 
he cannot save the house
he’s made. 
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