The fiction of the ambulance ate the prose outta christ
I’ve never been alone for three days without calling
creature
creature
Ghost
hates
the wild
I was very angry at the noise that made god
the eyes
in a sad
race
a game
of godless
tag
bodies don't last long
in heaven
a study
was done
the circumcised
smoke
too fast
I don't
love data
these babies
letting god
take shape
Carried
by a parent
one becomes
a ghost.
I can fall asleep anywhere.
Crucifix, cop car, etc.
Mirror,
the photo's chapel.
Days my son
forgets to walk.
Kids toss an egg as high as they can
Run, or don’t
Distance makes touch in the skull of an angel
Beheads god in front of a star
Poetry didn’t save us
And we weren’t smart
Emptiness uses the unfed to see time.
The angel of dearth
Is the dead
Twin.
A comma is in a bird.
Thunder forgets
its god.
Television, our widowed star.
I’m in all of my dreams.
Driving home from my mother’s shattered arm and mirage-eaten back, I convince myself I’ve taken a wrong turn. I’ve only been on this earth twice. My body doesn’t look different in the dark. I could be living in a man who’s lost his loved ones. Behold I see the deer deformed in the same spot that it was last week and know I can twist my shadow toward those deer in the nowhere I’d be.
There is always a mosquito on my wrist
I learned
so early
that belief
became a cat
checking
my pulse
I thought of something
the other day
mom
I don’t know if it happened
A little girl
got sick
swallowing
band-aids
That’s a weird way
for the body
to get out
of communion
I made that joke where
ever
one with
the nostalgia
of goldfish
was everyone
left
That girl was on tv
getting tickled
by a man who wanted
to still
be in Eden
Mom I saw the car
No person
it said
plainly
is here
Some boy
next
if not
for time
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