some revised some left alone 2016,17,18

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DRIFT MUSICS

You won’t
drink it
but ask
anyway
for a glass
of milk.

Vigil.

That bone you broke
while swimming.

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ENTRIES FOR ORIGIN

my roommate’s father lives with a puking man I call future in a skipped year rewatching a tv show about what poor people film

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MEDITATION

Summer was for sexting and for watering the scarecrow’s spine. Say it with me this was not that summer. As a ghost might surprise the mother and go to salt, a doll might remember its teeth.

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DOCTRINES

Dropped on its head for saying footprint, the baby begins its work of collecting only those sounds it can scare. Its father mothers otherness as one who watches a film to make the world worse. Its brother hunchback and sister backstroke are viewed as two stomachs waiting for hunger to dry. Because my mouth is empty, I want to kiss you to the sound of god counting footfalls on a mountain path. For one, I have never been completely covered in bruises. Also, I was in the spotlight when my mother was asked to describe a sponge. Instead, she identified the break in the letter where a father changed pens and childhood as the longing of Eve.

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