from ‘untouched in the capital of soon’ (self published Sept 2021)

From untouched in the capital of soon (self published September 2021):


city 68

I thought reading would make me attractive to god. 

I ate slowly, you know? 

Like blood like time and their ableist
Newborns.

I wanted the thing that was not the thing.

Poems
in quiet
animals
An exodus
of unmoved
pairings
The corpse 

of a cricket 
My cricket 

mind


city 69

Crow, with seashell



city 70 or 71

The short past of my body in the small
of yours

A baby chewing on its hand in pile of leaves



city 72 and 73

The boy has one mouse

All named
Cigarette



city 74

In its shadow grief the window

in the open
Mirror


SCARED OF MY SON’S BODY

there is in fact a time

exactly like
the present


ANIMAL NOISES FOR THE LAST PERSON TO BE ALONE

The stone has one thought before it dies
and that thought
turns it
to stone

(The trick is to lose every child

Or is it
each


LOCATION NOTES

It was sick for three minutes and lived for eight. I haven’t seen a picture in so long that I’m not sure you’d know me unless I was there. The dream is using us to remember god.


AS IF SNOW WAS TOLD TO FINISH SNOW

Loss gets older and befriends its childless parents without knowing which of them placed a glass of toy water beside mirror’s bed for the you in all those video games where I stopped moving


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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