JUNE AS A LOST BOY

June kneels down & begs for a new name.

To be built into a body that doesn’t know

how to bite. Let me forget the taste of ashes.

I want to invent a new language that has no

use for the word ‘fire’. A new town that isn’t

sinking under the weight of all that rainfall.

Take me to God’s back alley, swaddle me in

the silence of a prayer. I’m not asking for gold.

I’m just looking for my way home.