etc, blood & capital

from BLOOD TO BATHE US IN ITS BLUE PAST
/

country 5

A bunch of insomniacs are making short films about nosebleeds. To them I am sometimes a sound effect. Handstand or handsand, I am too young to be watched. I don't have wrists and I can't take the bath your body took. Kiss loss. Kiss loss where
.

country 7

Two mirrors praying over the glass in our food. Death continuing to believe I know where god is. The pill that remembers your one thought. The choir of alas

.

A BALLOON IN THE CHURCH OF TOUCH

she reaches into the same hat for the rabbit he’s made disappear.

I sleep and the dark takes me for the bone

lightning
straightens.

by death I mean nothing was beautiful for a very long time.
that, and when did you know.
.

from UNTOUCHED IN THE CAPITAL OF SOON
/

city 31

Click
while naked
On this

link

That later
the forgetting
is small

.

city 32

sleep cries itself to death
I wrote

a poem
similar
to the poem 
below

You love
another

.

NOSTALGIA, BRUTALLY

a trapdoor meant for a circle, a body

from a puzzled
lake, god

falling ill
in a dream, back

to back

cures
for skin
.

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untouched in the capital of soon, 187 pages
poems, Sept 2021
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blood to bathe us in its blue past, 217 pages
poems new and selected, May 2022
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sometimes I remember to like being asked