Other times, I’d leave the bodies where they are

who wants to be moved when they’re dead

or digging up a day in March 

when something bad happened.

But I’d definitely keep some features

how the window becomes two fingers on a hand 

playing there was a church there was a steeple

turn it inside out and there is I’d keep

the good stone and the people in nearby woods

who congregate for their own communion.

I’d keep the boy with the baseball cap

he says sorry sleeping against the door. 

I offer him my breakfast roll but he declines.

Pulls his cap down like the morning fog.