(i)
no one in heaven is named after god.
place is an animal. animal a cure
for déjà vu
(ii)
my hands
are the hands
my hands
could rescue
(iii)
I was wrong. now is not
the afterlife
of the present.
not
yet
(iv)
our towels are asleep in the oven. our surroundings
lonesome.
/ mom severs mother from the nude vocab of our nakedness
~
[accident]
because
when mine
stopped
your sadness
was still
moving
~
[dog years]
the longer
I grieve
the more
~
[dear you]
I am at a word
for loss
~
[nostalgia]
my father
he was in
this poem
yesterday
so deeply
that I-
damn.
they repo
even
dark.
~
[goodbye]
my penchant for last things does not end
I lost you before I lost you. your stickmen were free of anxiety. they left a church to the potbellied ghost of your muscle. their word for tree was branch. what god couldn’t finish they called wind. baby an air that stopped breathing.
drunk above a son I cannot feed, I don’t long to swim
but do
to have my mother’s hair
combed
by a horse-
birth
oh when
was I tamed
a brother sleepwalks and beats his sister. daylight, brother looks for her abuser but can’t stay awake long enough to catch the person he doesn’t know he is. sister fears what he may become. I have two children, Object and Permanence. they examine my spotless body
like aliens
who cannot hurt their own but want to.
–
boy has no name
so town
has no name
–
when my younger brother was born, his program made him human. because of this, my mother was thrown in jail. my own program gives me the power to look like anyone I’ve seen. I need you to write down what you look like because it’s me to the rescue.
–
her hand is a ray gun that can only stun babies not yet born. her grief is a time machine that wants to grow old.
–
as they had no memories of being children, mom pretended she had been their mother and told them stories of the funny ways they’d been in trouble.
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sound’s shy historian, digger
of a hole
for the mouth
forgetting
to signal
I was dead
I thought about death
I died
sleep was the only spotlight my mother could avoid
if you see a wolf, know suicide
has stopped
working
swimming with father, I said jesus is not the best scarecrow
and father said
swim
I still can’t find Ohio in the the bomb-maker’s Ohio
sister
she feels
brilliant
when there is less
of her
to eat, she is often alone
people I’ve never been to
sister has to use her body to care for her body. teacher of dolls. believer in the grenade become star. her blood she is told could ruin her baby’s nose. her thumb is a comma. god’s is a crow.
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