Weirdly gentle pictures of my sons
Found by a woman so strange
She strangely
Cannot die
From being
Who is the angel for the angel of death
We are pain's first memory
They were alive
when he left
A man kissing a man behind the ear
behind a tree
no god made
A thumbprint above the front door
of the house of a hand
surgeon’s bread
making child
The frozen pea
in angel’s wrist
The comb
born
too early
How long the hair cries
You've been killed and they are eating
the body of your son.
What time
can do
with a crumb.
The fiction of the ambulance ate the prose outta christ
I’ve never been alone for three days without calling
creature
creature
Ghost
hates
the wild
I was very angry at the noise that made god
the eyes
in a sad
race
a game
of godless
tag
bodies don't last long
in heaven
a study
was done
the circumcised
smoke
too fast
I don't
love data
these babies
letting god
take shape
Carried
by a parent
one becomes
a ghost.
I can fall asleep anywhere.
Crucifix, cop car, etc.
Mirror,
the photo's chapel.
Days my son
forgets to walk.
Kids toss an egg as high as they can
Run, or don’t
