(lists)

lists (i)

the identity
of the kid
didn’t
beat us up
is

the schoolyard
our church
of arson

lists (ii)

the three point line
is the madman
spots
a cigarette

lists (iii)

with what there is
of my tongue
I think
to reach
the back
of my head

–

televised

offsite, a cat
bathes
its softened
image

lists (iv)

a bruise
on any
visible
child
is

the father’s
jump
on winter

lists (v)

the rare
the black
the eyes
come in threes

lists (vi)

tragedy
to an angel
is

the ghost
of an alien

lists (vii)

its mother
has it
born
the day after
it stops
talking

it is the animal
gods
miss

lists (viii)

I rarely understand what I read as I read it. a horror movie with the working title

god’s wound
is being scored

in the mind of my unborn kid. by the shyness

of my blood, not again.

lists (ix)

the right hand of god squeezes a bar of soap until it becomes a crow.

there’s nothing wrong
with your son’s
black
heart.

before I had a cock
I told everyone
I had a tail.

lists (x)

I trace my stutter to the narrative delay that uprooted my father who broke his foot in his sleep trying to kick his mother’s television. I limp circles around those who’ve gone quietly. grandfather, from heaven, I see my body as a surplus of irretrievable peace.

lists (xi)

natal homing makes me cum