​Formal Logic

I’m making the bed while you’re in the pacific shower when the messages come rushing in

the baby’s breech and they need you at the hospital to reenact the moment of conception

your silhouette at the doorway looks like a midwestern barn when you ask me if I want you to stay I’m trying to think of a way to tell you that I do but that I also want to crawl into your
mouth and die

the barn window frames a woman walking on all fours giving birth to her father in a forest of cell phone towers disguised as the kind of trees that capture the essence of the word