{trailing}
[themes for contact]
mid-cigarette
my sister
remembers
to smoke.
god hops
in place
on one foot.
most of our health
is rabbit
health.
not for nothing
the look on your face
boy
when you’ve nowhere
to put a baby.
also,
the drawings that didn’t make the bible.
~
[neonate]
I named you once before you were born and once after. your room was blue for so long. you’d kick and I’d press my thumb to your father’s wrist. my hand is still wet from putting jesus as a baby beneath a nervous goldfish. I know what happens to people like me.
~
[input]
I am the photo my visions take.
high
on memorization
the mother
has to believe
in god
for god
to have
a safe
word.
the boy is dirt and noise. is hindsight’s
gospel.
loneliness, meet maker.
~
[I miss you]
when younger
than sex
but older
than grief
my greatest
ambition
was to give
context
to the left hand
applauding
despair.
now, what I do
for grief
is translate
a passage
from one language
to the same.
kingsoftrain 
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