we put your favorite chair in your favorite place to stand. you are still as human as the suppression of appetite. people drift in and out of weird dogs that your brothers call grief and your sister the aliens that remember god.
daughter leaves behind her short films on separation anxiety. the baby likes all three of its cribs. I return again to the last thing god made. what being can death thank for the memories?
brother kicks a turtle
down track
and trains
take only
deer
and you will have a son
with a perfect mouth
and he will tell
the bomb
there’s nothing
left
–
I blame god because I believe in blame
–
the wisemen
call this
astronomy
for hunchbacks
father won’t say sea. there’s land
and there’s land
underwater. troll
eats architect. in a field.
for Jon Cone
what am I / but unaware / as an echo / now / in my knowing / of this small / passage / he’s written
how god
upon seeing
man
said none
shall recall
his beauty
it entered the burning house to ask each boy what it should take. chinrest. mirror.
time to think.
