April’s navel
Easter parade on cable
Lay still I’ll shave you
his hand slips beneath the under dog
she lets him
A steady hand can conjure the sun
from behind the cloud

April showers
we sat in church for hours
trading tales of communion
afraid of the site of blood
yet she loves the feeling
Who conjures who?

This one’s afraid to resurrect
We dangle carrots before the cage
rabbit licks its hind legs
and crosses to the puddle of urine
Pregnancy is a scent before anything else
some things should not be reborn
unless the process is most certainly immaculate

Ego taints the saints
the rabbit dies, she faints
He crosses the room,
calvary with bed posts
She sees him staring out the window
when she comes to
she beckons
He hesitates
and in that moment she knows
another child has been taught to fear God

She says
I love you but I cannot mother your fears
April showers, April tears