what nostalgia is to angel, eyesore is to animal
most mothers
hate
being filmed
there is the way I hold my son
& there is
the way I hold my son
while running
in place
tornado means
I am touched
in a house
with no
basement
wherever it is your father goes
the postcards
there
are small
oh to see jesus
walk at all
– for Jill
I’ve said it before
that you were born
when your body
came for you
I am out
of wonder
how
does another
beast
tell
mama
beast
the story
of its
yesterday
not even
the garden
stayed
in the garden
/ today
I peeled an orange
beside
my son’s
ear- skin, I said
fruit
I didn’t (& the healthy
they pondered
their banishment
mouth
in memoriam, this baby
unable
to kneel, I can’t say
it is crying, it misses
milk
and misses
hearing
its unpracticed
grief, its god
is asking
who can lose
the same
thumb
twice, oh
tv
or somewhere
to leave
a lamb
for every fish he kills, his future lover eats a piece of chalk. it’s mealtime & I hate my body. your brother preaches outhouse and mousetrap to those whose hands have names- inkling, hosanna. what do parrots
do parrots
grieve
reflection on Canese Jarboe’s dark acre
https://isacoustic.com/2018/04/04/dark-acre-poems-canese-jarboe/
/
person Robyn Brooks, four poems
https://isacoustic.com/2018/04/04/person-robyn-brooks-four-poems/
i.
who
in my absence
will teach
absence
(you are here)
(because an angel
kept
from god
a former
angel’s
dream
ii.
slang
for slang
who
would your movie
mom
quote (you
are here)
cloud / of a doll / in a finger / nail
iii.
it is only
a drop
of blood / she gets
it anyway / the rolling
pin (you are
iv.
here a fox)
with an egg
for a heart
