the boy on my shoulders says my hair is on fire. it is our longest running joke. he laughs so hard my ribs fall asleep in his childless stomach. he takes the cigarette from behind my ear…
his cough is a paintbrush. no father can kill god. the resurrected miss death.
how to bathe
a red chameleon
from the childhood
of Moses
we heard it last night. the bell on the rabbit’s foot. it made mom want to cook. and sleepwalk. and mice did the wave.
a man turns a brick into a bird, yeah
call beautiful
what you can.
bird has no idea
and my home
is there.
we come for death, stay for mother.
I cut myself
might a memory
make room
for sound.
god studies his own cure.
holes
for breathing
some get
to heaven.
I know a woman whose shadow will never be the same.
–
we are eating from a bowl that wants to go home.
god’s brain was devoured by a stone.
I saw my father. he was on his second bird.
his teeth were yellow.
or yellowish.
little doors, little me.
a room of real yellow.
a cigarette burn and the time it tells once. gum in the puppet’s hair.
blind date
with birth.
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