Where I Am Necessary To Belong Poem by Robert Rorabeck

All of the clairvoyant statistics fracture like tragedies of
Our sky,
Like the ashes of birthday wishes over the maelstrom of our green
Planes, of our prettiest and favorite colors;
And I can see Alma all day, and she even parrots my name,
After I cry out hers in my sincerest of pains;
And I dance for her, and I turn around drunkenly, but she says she
Doesn’t want to dance:
Alma has a skull on her phone:
Where does Alma live except where all of the Mexicans live,
And now I can give her a house to prove her body justice; I can give
Her breath under the caterwauling moon: I can skip school for
Alma and remind her that in her secret estuaries is where I am
Necessary to belong.