kingsoftrain

My son’s memory is always on his mind

His sickness is two sisters not murdering each other

Their surgeons 
rub
a tortured
stone

Adam says back pain

Eve 
baby pills

Birdbrain, god egg, blood test. Birth travels no great distance. In the dream, I tell you it's a dream. Our moms are dead. I talk about yours and you talk about yours. A mirror goes to the window to be wounded. The secret almost reaches god. 

I break my nose in front of a deer beneath a star made of ticks

My sister’s hand bleeds inside of a puppet

A naked person I don’t know loads a small gun behind the head of a grey haired child

I know the kid

Move kid

I look at you all day

Touch is a painting trapped in god

None of us are great
with goodbye

An entire angel
set aside
for death

If you cut a bird open, you can hear angels lying to god

Any bird

cut the hair of rain with god’s sleep

be sad with me for a mother’s hour

eat in front of our father for a year

keep time for a light switch scraping its bored magic across the stomach of an unclicked angel

find a mask
want a stomach

genitalia 19

the mouth that flew into my mouth has begun to open in yours

mouth of god, mouth of god

how do I close the mouth of god

maybe we kissed
it didn’t
fly

no image for that

two people, Eden, a spoonful of snow

No one inside the house knows the fire is empty

Feed your little shapes 
shapes
 
A dream
in a terrified
apple

God attracted to nothing