with god
prepared
to remove
its white
stomach, the dream
sees brain
as the print
of its thumbless
hand
all information
new
your abuser
could’ve joined
the circus
his chewing gum
the age
of your mouth
the mothers they were rehearsing in the drive-thru
the sex talk for boys they thought
were still
alive
–
crush a white tick / you’ll become / a projectionist
–
sleep is a bleeding stopped by the eye
a father
at peace
with how many times
his hair
has died
is standing
in a museum
before the shell
of a giant
turtle
his infant’s mouth
has gone home
to lose
its shape
he is alone
like any
grocery cart
some
cribs
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some recent poems:
[asking]
can I miss
my body
with yours
our blood
the loneliest
bone
~
[rarefactions]for Kazim Ali
pain has no spirit, I am never
so sad
that I can’t
scrape
the neighbor’s
car, probably
you won’t
survive, babies
are all
the same, I recite
what sounds
pretty, it seems
less happens
in the winter, to animals
and bread
~
[periapt]
I saw nothing fantastic.
an angel
freezing to death
in a somersault. a mirror
coming out of its skin. emptiness
the size of a pea
no pea
empty
~
[vein]
in the blue church of my father’s thirst
I wear it
(hunger)
like an eye-patch, and emerge
starless
from the uncooked blood
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you can train
a bird
but not
a fish
to care
for a thumb…
fire is the skin of god
they took
the body
lamb
stayed with star
a pregnancy, a grief, a photographer
of rapture themed fashion shows…
this increase
in childhood. her wolf
raised
by astronauts
all of your mother’s paintings have two names. father with cigarette or jesus
meet ghost.
–
four pounds / of my birth / were missing
in the history of newborns
not one is named
shelter, and we’ve called
only two
attraction…
my dream priest
dies
in the desert
after making
with death
a movie, no…
the blood’s
search
for brain
kingsoftrain 