Family Stone
When they asked my daddy for id I showed them mine.
When we needed blades & generators to light the granite
Factory’s operations. I vouched my name for those rentals,
My murky illegitimacy. When the big saw sliced
Through stone, jets of water gushed from the cut and ran
All the words I’ve ever written through the sluices, heavy
Grey slurry, with twinkles every now and then. Like a slate
Lake catching the night sky. …