by Akpa Arinzechukwu Anne Nygård 3 AM We examine the body For where the police officer Might have dug in with his finger We pull from the ruins A ping pong ball & a vinyl record The lala ♪ is a note For endings In our hands We drag the body Through the open fields Collecting dews Harvesting preying vultures 3 PM The sun seeps through A bad mood & even though We tickle the body all along It holds its laughter Childhood is a curse Memory builds on As bro