There's a nagging pain
with every swallowing
from the back of my brain
to the base of my navel
exists a sting;
A goodbye
undigested by god-
my hollow remains ring
...
Surely enough,
my galaxies hang
from the skyline of my eyes
and bridge of my nose;
Like the milky way
and sun thawing snow-
my contents flow
...
A goodbye
undigested by god
croaks; By the bye
on Sunday mornings
on stalest bread I'll choke