“For a few years, I managed to eke out
       a meagre living as The Human Yo-Yo.”
But I tired of the unnatural activity,

She asserts herself at the damnedest times—
when they’re working out at the gym, say,

The miracle began with a miracle.
I was sitting in my gold-trimmed chariot
(well, not exactly my chariot—like all

A cup before coffee, a shell
  after the scrambled egg,
I am a big nothing

This hill and the old house on it
are all we have. Two acres,
more or less—half crabby lawn,

I slam Earth again and again,
                and again and again. Not as

 Gesturing toward the master bedroom suite,
"Solid cherry wood!" Mother said grandly.
Two bureaus, two mirrors, four-poster bed,

It looks like the china disk with the little lip
is filled with a watery sadness, twigs, and pebbles
and tiny blue flower petals (God, I have already begun

The friend hugs you a little longer than usual and winks.
“Andrew was not the Brother of the Lord,” he says,
and you wonder just who is the lord in this story. Who is

You can be a mother who knows a god,
And you can ask him for magic armor,
A shield the width of Saturn’s widest rings,