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.
Love this. I’ll be looking for Jesus on my toast this morning!