it was nothing more
the present
than one of now’s
better dreams
In Ohio when they bring up the ocean:
the moon
sends to earth
a ghost
touch
kills the future
but uses
at least
the whole
animal
all nostalgia
is impostor
nostalgia
find a snake
made of sleep
and addicted
to rain
could be we’re only attractive when thinking about the past.
I know
how long
you were old.
and god a meal
that switches
bodies
that an insect
misremembers
in the song, my father goes in and out of sleep on a stretcher that his mother took from a movie set.
I like that my teeth protect my teeth.
touch is at first
a bowl
and then
a smaller
bowl
as
for sleep
I’ll die
in yours
she writes
to notice
nothing
god and pain have the same god
no great turtle
to straighten
the dead
no
not here
in Ohio
an Ohio
that eats
its weight
in spiders
an Ohio
of slow
obsessions
effortless
sorrows
a lifejacket
on fire
a pebble
named
after blood’s
ear
a thunderclap
the late
crawl
of a dizzy
child
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