there was a hole in me where
Home should be, a childhood
deep & a mother wide
my filling is praise receipts
& prayers names crumpled days
by the handful a
megaphoned song for anyone
digital lights singing i'm still hungry
the hole in me a lover tall
(i told myself) and burrowed
huddle small but
she was an ontologist who spoke rainfall
named as adam did the animals
unmade monsters into nothing
my absence into absence
once, each blink destroyed the land
--to a child, everything dies at night but me
but then she gives object permanence
brown & fertile
in two cupped hands
to plant.