Silverfish
it had waited to emerge between toes.
Feels like wearing the lavender dress
atop the bottom stair of the chapel
Mary staring down knowing
(I will never be good and i have to pee so badly),
or later that night when I see her again in
the closet being eaten by tiny silvery bugs
Flies crowning her baby's head
or Boots lolling in the big back of the wagon
that was powder blue
and knowing he would die now
(and sometime everyone else too)
or so many years gone
knowing now that
Father Dominic was right.