a body to dry my blood. some god
seeing me
as a person…
how quickly birth gets old.
praying he’ll see again them cows of lake suicide, the handcuffed frog shepherd
prays he’ll see again them cows of lake suicide
tree: the unbathed statue of your screaming
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shade: the folder of my clothes
outside the bathroom’s designer absence, our melancholy impressed by symbolism, we form
a line
we put a museum on the moon. I had all my dreams at once. a mouse was wrapped in a washcloth then crushed with the songbook of baby hairless. fire treats grass like fire.
onstage a dog barks at an empty stroller. the mosh pit is weak. last count had three pregnant, three resembling the man who unplugged my father, and two praying for the inner life of a hole. onstage a boy is holding up a kite for another boy to punch. dog’s been tased.
the man his shadow and the woman her dream.
their child
its track
of time
a lawnmower starts then dies then is pushed by a noisemaker past fog’s dark church. an unprepared prophet drinks the milk meant for baby eyesore. my sister loses most of her hair putting together a puzzle of her mouth. a bomb is dropped on a bomb.
it is snowing the first time my daughter drives alone. Ohio is cruel. stillbirth, old four-eyes. you want them to like you. the insects you save.
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