[just like a scar]

// Laura Carter

Just like a scar
—a mark so fine (not a path)

worn a little, at center of edge
you are a question, in blood

as a book begins with a series of
overhearings (jump in! jump in!)

& who is the kindest one?

Each of you stands just a second (for) (a) (death):

you are shot through with holes and God is poured into them

What can
knowledge bring when questions have been asked?
Some girl turns away; her turning hurts a-

nother; could she help it?
And then possible escapes