(thingesque)

reading from earth is part earth and there’s a hole in the sound I made you from:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s3LQBepO1rw

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book and book preview, here:

http://www.lulu.com/shop/barton-smock/earth-is-part-earth-and-theres-a-hole-in-the-sound-i-made-you-from/paperback/product-22520444.html

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poems, from, book:

[male sequence]

in one room
a light is on
in another
off

–

I live with my parents
hymn to mouth
delivering
fluency
by hand
to the language
of vicarious
passage

–

gender peasantry
is about
to become

a thing

–

mom, dad

I don’t think there’s world enough left to be quiet in

–

my bad hearing
I take it
with me

[notes on the assault]

I always ask my brother which eye he wants to open in the dark. I have a foreign notion of how to be homesick. I have a son whose body won’t tell him he’s well. I see the face of god as an idea gods use to evoke intellect. as a girl, the man of few words found himself surrounded by things she could describe.

[cripplings]

touch is a sign of weakness. my father opens his mouth after speaking. meanwhile, miracle, it occurs to me in separate car accidents that bringing me to my son in god is less an undertaking than that of arming the man who transports a stopwatch to a cemetery. do we live the lives of those experimenting? beauty is not alone. suppose it knows.

[vale]

in the house that doesn’t go to heaven
my father lives
the life
of a stowaway.

tell the tornado how poverty has too many gods.

/ the walls have ears. I have

my collection
of roaches

wrapped in foil / someone

will take my word
what firewood
was.