Jane Wong




To find vines tangled in the earth


His version of the events: at any hour, he pulls a fish spine from the throat up


To be more credible, he manipulated a body to appear like a swan


Than the version put forth was a voice and its deafening howl


Did not believe a single word he cut open


Consistently denied the near promise of erasure


Sincerely afraid we called mothers, grandmothers, daughters, sisters, aunts


Well spoken and verbally skilled is not a reason against but a howl to join