rabbit’s wheelchair
to re
trace
the half
circle
of loss, god
checking
on the length
of her flight
you’re getting better but birth is still a joke that grief gets wrong. that luck forgets. dog is too old to look at the animal it younger replaced. care is mostly silent. a cricket in a cake. my tiny saw.
I am looking with wolf for the dream that raised it. I mean, not really. but I do miss you.
wolf or no
is there a path
my mouth
didn’t take
does birth
adopt
the poolside
language
of a signature
absence
is god
a swimmer
a talker
are there
hobby coffins
for nesting
dolls
can we
(kiss
permission
to report
sightings
of uncommon
roadkill
and
or
to estimate
multiple
longings
if caught
early,
sickness will erase the body’s memory of dying.
(late,
will make
from god
a trapped
ghost
what is hunger but looking at the shape your mouth didn’t bring? what is the past, the present, the future
but glue stick, puberty, grief
god but the nothing
my hair
does at night
i.
for every balloon animal
you finish
after stepping
on a nail
a child
will live.
ii.
tug my arm gently. complain
five times
to a starfish.
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