the accidental possessions
of a disillusioned
proofreader
include:
/ the asemic
pawprints
of something
swallowed
by an invisible
hypochondriac
/ paper plate
the shadow’s
last
brainstorm
/ puberty
the broth
of wound / & this
the hair that pulled me through
even
longing
loses
me
mother my eyes
my longest
miracle
mother my bones
I owl
your voice
above my son
how much hair
can christ
swallow, is it human
to want
for the uni
cyclist
a more
cinematic
church
has hunger
an ear
do barbers
when lonely
jog
is there glass
in your belly button, is this
why you feed
the unfinished
babe
what has no home
and cannot grieve, oh
question-
by know we’d know
god lost
a father
we are playing
rock, paper, scissors
and arguing
about the birth
of leap frog
it is good, you say, absence
with faces
and what / from the fire / would you
breathing machine
or canary
who has
a canary
I have privately published a work of mine consisting of 60 poems that I am calling {mood piece for baby blur}, and am making it available to anyone making a 5.00 or more donation to my poetry journal {isacoustic*}
{mood piece for baby blur} will not be made available in any form but this one.
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no windows, ghost bird.
lo a mirror that picks a side. lo in rock the bones of bee.
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