b.

2/17/07 when the time of jesus ends


when the time of jesus ends
the hand is the plane
ears turn into speeches
our heads are tapping
microphones

here
it’s instantaneous imperviousness
she will play with tree frogs and turtles
she’ll have a child
to woo.
There were never trees in the first place.
Jesus.

When my time with jesus ends
I’ll implode collectively
So as to lose no ends
These moving parts
Just slither to reconnect
To different trunks
So weeds become branches.