beatitudes

blessed be the shovel
working a bathtub grave
thirty inches by sixty inches
where I will build a watergarden
for mother's serenity

blessed be the spring sun
gentle enough for my white-white skin
warm enough to warrant
a childish run through the sprinkler

blessed be the scarecrow genes
too bony for beauty in school
that now keep me in jeans
the same size my wide-butt
friends' daughters are wearing

blessed be the construction worker
across the back fence pouring concrete
who asks how come I'm not in school today
from twenty yards away

Renay

"a the thirty-degree double rolling offset plus four minutes"
"Cuchulainn walks me"
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