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