family history

in a little nightgown

I sat on the back step

watching my grandma

and her three sisters

sugar stepping. bunny-

hugging. on the sandy

cement. hush hush went

the gnarled night feet.

this was pre-burst. my body

bud. I was a mere suggestion

of flesh the color of life.

what made them move like

that? all of them loved Jesus.

looked for him on their toast.

now I wonder. how many breasts

they had between them.

there is only one ending to this.

more night. and fireflies.