EVERYTHING IS ALL RIGHT
No household-gods yet, just stuffed seals.
And I say to her, all the time, "stop
But I mean "stop clubbing, seals." She knows now,
And I drive around Tulsa,
Until I see the bronze hands in prayer along Lewis street.
She has seen the hands too:
"But I thought they high-fived.
They marked her way
"Now I don’t know where I am going
I've been working on these so long I don't know what they are anymore, so it's all right.