“I Will Cause Breath To Enter Bones” Ezekiel

I’ve little memory

of mother hitting me

with painful ecstasy.

Numb in mind and body

I break glass

                     when she’s gone —

imagining breaking

     bones

                moves me

                                                           to scream

                                                                           moan:

to sense cold marrow

                                   frees

Mom to breeze

                                                   me to breathe.