The Most Beautiful Part of Your Body Is Where Your Mother's Shadow Falls

Your father is only your father until one of you forgets like how the spine won't remember its wings no matter how many times our knees kiss the pavement ocean are you listening. The most beautiful part of your body is wherever your mother's shadow falls here's the house with childhood whittled down to a single red trip wire don't worry just call it horizon and you'll never reach itHere's today jump I promise it's not a lifeboat Here's the man whose arms are wide enough to gather your leaving and hear the moment just after the lights go out when you can still see the faint torch between his legsHow you use it again and again to find your own hands You asked