kingsoftrain

(between

online
searches
for tire
swing (mother

sells chalk
to a ghost

I cut the pills
sometimes
in advance. (love

that no matter
the day, there are three

god spent
with his son.

means today is a story where nothing happens. means I notice

in the scene of a movie

dust. means god with his invisible eyelids has gone to appraise a painting of blood. has gone also

this god
with a friend. (you appear
as you look

as I’m soon
to imagine.

the palm
of a hand
is a mouth
(your mother’s
passing through
the hand
of god

god
is a bruise
on a stone

(no creature feels beautiful for more than seven days

(behind an owl, a crow takes out its teeth

(you’ve the belly button of a dead angel

I wonder what the violence in your work did to get here. did you know a photo can starve an entire family? (no matter the animal in it

~

[Ohio deaths (i)]

every stick I throw

a ghost
of my grandfather’s
wand—

I don’t throw many
it is not a sight
to see

not some cow nudging awake the weakest deer

not pipe tobacco, not smoke, not that spider
from an injured
fog

not a small child
a dog even

trying to use
a spoon

~

[Ohio deaths (ii)]

god’s been gone nine months and all this talk he’s done of being stabbed in a dollhouse struggles to fill a baby

(do animals have songs

do they know

to miss
missing (leave the bragging

to grief

~

[Ohio deaths (iii)]

handstands and loneliness- what infantile reactions we have to existence. I want to eat

but how will they know there was nothing here (this finger

once a rib in the back of your throat

~

[Ohio deaths (iv)]

my son knows his birds by the hands he draws for them. anatomy is perhaps what you make it. grey bruise, blue tongue…

this dream goes nowhere. hell, these chickens

(as if their god was struck by a ghost

~

[Ohio deaths (v)]

this body was never a child

(& birth a spoon
bent to the little

I long

~

[Ohio deaths (vi)]

father cuts my hair as something gentle he can do underwater. he’s broken the bowl that caught his mother’s mouth. we have our mirrors and you your nets. I am the last of his one-eared boys.

~

[Ohio deaths (vii)]

his cigarette going bald, father prepares his food while we touch ours. god swims long enough to miss wind. if there are two babies in the same room, they switch cribs but not teeth. god is a time-traveler selling nostalgia. I can never remember which of mother’s ears is insect and which is litmus. it’s always the second meal

comes from heaven

~

[Ohio deaths (viii)]

I want to be loved so badly that I promise your raccoon the sea. dying means:

my boy falls asleep drinking from a toy boat. god has no friends but even better

my mother has one was born

without a birthday. can an angel

do this? says ghost.

(grief is a thing taught to breathe by its stomach

~

[Ohio deaths (ix)]

it’s dark and all of us are in the wrong stone.

the floor is clean where I learned my shapes.

~

look long enough
at a bird
it becomes
a bird.

frog
a boy

both arms
broken.