Counting the Uncountable

our grandmother’s name your favorite necklace the way we hold our coffee cup pinky in and then out when someone watches the baseball diamond you scored your first home run in the way the light hits the glass of our front door what we would do if we had no bills and just ran 

 

i want to live in a world where i

we

where the whole world does not merely know a body 

my body 

your body 

in death  

 

where we can only tell of life

 

amen.