Birthday, Party of Six

Benjamin Niespodziany


We sat
in the shoebox
of the king.


God was in the tree
eating someone
we once knew
so well.


The caretaker was
aware of the shadows
we did
not have.


God asked us
and God asked us
and we exhaled
more fog.


entered earth
like knife
through pie.


The window
its own world,
too windful
to close.
Benjamin Niespodziany writes poems while working the night shift at his library.