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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
I am not a ghost,
hand
I use
the least
