Now that Kawabata is his
own moral, a handful of
ashes held out for any one
of five fathers to call
daughter, and the waitress
they shared a body with
has amputated the conscious
warmth of her abortion,
best to name him what
he called her story,
all four pages of it--
God's Bones. Like
envelopes of anyone's
likeness in cremation:
as soon as it's read
it arrives, soon as it's
mailed, written.
Each fleck a person
and each person opened
a problem waving back
a problem waving back
Yasunari.
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