from ~Misreckon~ [ poems December 2014]

from Misreckon (poems, barton smock, Dec 2014)

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banshee

the baby’s appetite for its birth is jaw-dropping. in store for god, we have nothing in the house.

respite

history is a timeline of appetite. I have rubber bands at the ready for when my mother yawns. I cover my baby brother like a grenade. he was born without the potential for further muscle tone. father calls what I do context. I appear like a bruise into a delayed game of hot potato. my sister’s hands are an oven mitt’s dream. I know you’re a hitchhiker and your girlfriend a cannibal but here we suck our thumbs.

nature shots for baby

mother’s inhaler is what you called the mirror mother held to size her mouth. I was in her purse when she was taken. I don’t know how it is I know things. bones in the stomach of god.

readings

we came here
to create
the devil
the bogeyman
beat us
to.

despair.

despair is the wine
we age
imagery
with.

my boy
body
was at
the high
end
of the seesaw
when my brother
was shot.

as a date of death
might differ
from the date
pronounced

my mother
starred
in rumors.

hill hours

the clock in my brother’s room
has a visitor
in the form
of a tattoo
artist
who believes
sleep
is a brand
of insomnia.

my brother is here
because he swallowed
an ant
with his heart.

he wants a doctor
with snow
on her knees.