And she called his name Joseph;
        and said, The Lord shall add to me another son. (Genesis 30:24)

She named her ghost child “more,”
and every babe she held in her arms
was more more more more more—

Behind each name lurked another name,
between her arms, the void. She knew 
how easy it was to disappear. Her father

was taken for seven years,
then returned as someone else.
Voracious, she gorged

on mandrake root, communed
with the dead. Gulped 
wells dry, only to cry them full again.

She turned her husband away. Buried
herself by the side of the road. Refused 
to come home, as she climbed, step by step,

to hammer at God’s door.