from collection 'apartures':
WAYSIDES
Brother peeling a hidden orange.
A smoke ring where once
our mouse
played dead.
Hearing loss
in a mother's
wrist.
~
house 1
we are slow with our loneliness
so slow that god
thinks in twos
the snow comes for other snow
a spoon
prays
to a mirror
no one can watch
and the snow
gets away
~
house 3
whose childhood
was the longest
there is always
one friend
with a nosebleed
~
MORE AND MORE POEMS ABOUT SLEEP
a cigarette burn and a bitemark fight over a tooth from the dryer
jesus
was just a kid
~
APARTURE
Yesterday, distance destroyed its early work.
Fog machines fell asleep.
I let my son bite me and believed
for three hours
that it was today.
You told me underwater
about the fog machines.
God looked like death. Death saw.
~
apartures, 125 pages
poems, January 2023
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