After ‘Mud man’ by Chikako Yamashiro


 the word spread across the town like

rain. we lie, waiting to be exposed


to wisdom from the heavens. we let

the word blot us out, cake us in dirt;


your hands, blooming from the earth

like mangroves. we are tethered here,


grasping at raindrop, leak, and tear.

somewhere behind one of those clouds


god is watching his children, laying

themselves out like clothes to dry.