(i)
he shot three of us in the stomach for throwing a snowball at his pick-up truck. none of us died completely. by none I mean a priest and a pilot are changing the diaper of an indifferent baby. by scar we mean we held sticks and surrounded the paw
that our god had filled with fog
–
(ii)
it takes we guess three low-flying helicopters and a herd of wheelchairs to scare jesus away from eating the bomb that we made
for men
only dogs
can hear
–
(iii)
by stomach I mean both field
and church
are empty
and that whole
meals
reappear in the newborn’s outstanding loneliness
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[years ache]
my children haven’t gone a day without their stomachs. sometimes…
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a lonely child makes no fist and snow arrives to draw a snake. I mean to chew but forget. your knock-knock jokes have gotten better. I don’t hate your stories. the head-kisser’s
bowling
score.
tornado that lost our emptiness.
–
about the baby,
has it forgotten how to smoke
–
mom she rolled ache into our socks at a gas station
–
there’s no one to tell
my eyes
I’m early
–
to the quiet of egg sac
anthill
are ankles
lost
–
–
of her son’s feeding tube, she says the shadow in her stomach has pulled off its ears
–
distance is the god of those who don’t need rest
–
would any one of you cut the baby
into thirds
to make
me a mother?
–
is that circle dead?
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in your ear is a spider afraid of the way I swim.
I remain made of
nothing
the winningest
prophet
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