"I read that theologians want the Pope to suspend limbo.
Morgan says, 'they want to suspend suspension.'
Babies not baptized are happy in limbo--
the pope's word, happy--
as though an afterlife held out like a garment
to slip one's arms into and wear.
Perhaps it feels like floating, the seal
of water around the circumference
of the body, the Epsom salt claustrophobia
of sensory deprivation, self-suspension that works only
when one doesn't struggle, though you've never
floated in the Dead Sea.
Erin's interested in the ethics of space and protest.
'Sidewalks are private property in Las Vegas,' she says,
'so striking casino workers have nowhere to stand.'
You say you've never given a description of the house,
'but if you're writing about a person,' she says,
'you don't say they have two eyes, a nose, and a mouth.'"