I had a cousin

blew his head off

it was easy

the swans are young again

I stop to watch them fumble

with themselves I myself

was never a baby there are no photos

only stories I don't believe

of how they had to wake me to eat

have kids to fill in the blanks

make them remember how it was

to imagine when they're lost

there’s an old lady down the hall

with a bowl of candy

reduce life to that which
takes care of itself
communicate through echoes