some recent:
[we brought home the wrong dying baby]
(i)
I ain’t been talked to in so long my wife’s kid thinks I have amnesia. ain’t been touched since Ohio’s ramshackle symbolism swallowed up some organ donor’s shadow. I went yesterday to a funeral for a woman’s ear. told people what I was wearing was a bedsheet belonged to the man in the moon. told myself I had this microscope could see a ghost and that I’ve only ever lost an empty house. I don’t know how old I am but I know what year I want it to be. before dying I saw it flash how I should have died. low creature. tugboat.
(ii)
father an optometrist inspecting a replica of a totem pole and mother an eel collapsing at the thought of a play performed in a stone.
and there, at the bottom of grief, a cup of dirt with nothing to bury.
(iii)
mother is chewing gum like something fell asleep in my mouth. I say dog for both dog and puppy. pray for things I know will happen. a rooster through a windshield. a dried-up toad in a deep footprint.
(iv)
mother and father give their word that all narrators are orphans. that blood is a short leash. sometimes, a fence. be, they say, the symbol your god remembers you by. tell your brother to act like a chicken. your stickmen to share a toothache.
(v)
I saw a cigarette with its mouth open. today was hard. hate is amazing.
god will die with his ear on my stomach.
(vi)
the darkness has many stomachs and we’ve no one to tell my son he’s lonely.
seller of the disappearing stone, the mouth names everything and is born after eating a blindfold.
(vii)
for desperation, boy puts a bird in a hand puppet. here a finger and there a worm, sadness has no family. oh fetus my moth of many colors. oh mosquito that bit an angel. time with my son
in scenario’s territory.
(viii)
atavism
(god is someone’s calendar
–
valley
(a girl with a marble who answers to overdose
–
pulpit
(rooster ghosted by elevator
–
subculture
(in my years with the poor, I wrote nothing down
–
alpenglow
(the scalp will baby its grief
(ix)
on muscle detail, the clapping boy from the cult of thunder brings a wheelchair to the last rocking horse known to model swimwear for the few dolls that remain married to the same mask. the boy is weak but maybe he puts two words together. like ghost
and exodus. for the second coming of the handcuffed animal.
(x)
the boy picking flowers for my shadow loves no one. everything I touch remembers being my hand. the world has ended, or started early. god’s heartbeat. sound’s watermark.
(xi)
because her son can see the future, she is not yet born. god matters to the discovered.
(xii)
overtook no cigarette. surprised no sleep. keyed the car
of a minor
toymaker.
radar is getting possessive.
(xiii)
for the gone and for the nearly, brother has the same stick.
I call belly
what he calls
eye
what answers
to limb
(xiv)
to speak
it needs gum
from the invisible
purse.
comes with everything. cries like me.
~
[crower]
absence and removal, the parents
of nowhere
pity
they don’t
smoke
~
[belled]
dancing
badly
in a small
eye
–
by beehive
what churches
know
~
[ultimata]
how am I not a dream? I am not a place. I can’t say rabbit but can robot. my god knows one story. those I count when I’m sad are those I count when happy. grandfather means pipe-smoke and grandmother an outdoor pool. their daughter is a lamb-haunted horse. I see Ohio as an ear but still I ask what happened to the ear in question. I don’t sleep unless I need proof I never. I am older than the brothers I scare. travel is my sister’s vehicle. my dog is chewing on a rubber hand. it can’t be dark in both.
~
[easing]
in no other life
am I you
in this
~
[guides]
I say
into beer cans
code names
for ear
oh earth
to dog
miss
whole phantoms
~
[some distant devastation]
a man turns a brick into a bird, yeah
call beautiful
what you can.
bird has no idea
and my home
is there.
~~
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