What if the boy was meant to fall. What if his flapping limbs were kite strings whispering to the wind—avoid the temptation to pull; let the body come to a meteoric thud. What if the cleaning lady knew the janitor removed the plate of glass that separated a view and a viewing. What if the 53rd story was a book in the Bible, and not a lifestyle. What if the boy doesn’t know his father’s name when he sees him in Heaven. What if the father doesn’t go to Heaven. What if there is no Heaven?


And when we die, let’s come back as black sheep. An ostracized flock of herbivores feasting on grass we took for granted in that other life. Let’s hijack a meadow; ignore the sunlight failing to see that our shadows were gone. Dashed the moment our souls became too big for our bodies when put out to pasture in left field. Our diet of dandelions groomed our incoming matted fleece, an unruly extension of our skin—the color of marriage between thunder and storm. Picture no shepherd to corral us. No reason to hide. No need to be shorn.

Daniel Romo is an MFA candidate at Queens University of Charlotte, but represents the LBC. His poetry can be found in Fogged Clarity, MiPoesias, Scythe, Praxilla, and elsewhere. His first book of poetry, Romancing Gravity, is forthcoming from Pecan Grove Press. More of his writing can be found here.