God dwells in the thick darkness

that primal howl of grief, guilt, anger, fear at the telegram: “Sylvia died today.”

a golden halo around her black braids, and telepaths faith, faith, faith.

I tell my familiars everything but need to scream my head off in a Bible cocoon

And when the trembling shook the entire house it woke me into shock

as if you are a child lost on the water in a boat cast off from its lines