curio
making book covers
in the nude
my brother
my higher
brother
is on
about
some late
film
performance
by a woman
he says
has inspired him
to take a shit
on a baby
in a pick-up
truck
and to drive
the truck and to call his route
the border
of the last
miracle
or we can call it
something else
I don’t think
he knows
really
I am just
something saddened
by sorrow, a frog
aware
of caves, as if god’s
creatures
were a result
of god
imagining
what she’d not
seen
scatter…
longhand
the syringe
of poor
colossi,
wrists
both suicide
attempt
and apologue:
I love
brother
for how
he’d split
himself
into outside
time
and inside
time
that he might
tell
a door
fuck-off
or a dreaming
hieroglyph
his tale
the band-aid
and the risen
ant
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