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.
mouth, scene one. a rocking horse drinks from a toilet. there is a ghost in the basement. a girl is circling the neighborhood in the car she was hit by. her skateboard misses one shoe more than the other. it seems to her that maybe far away a fetus is fixing its hair. she is not the focus.
we pray to the being god meant to rob
a child chewing on a stick
trying to pass for a child
a few of his friends nearby
human
and meant
to age
a mother, not his, reading a book
about a mother
not hers
her husband
in a monster mask
lovelessly
jumping
rope, a sandbox
emptied
by the orphans
of deformed
swings
eating is the closest I’ll get to making a film.
narrators
that puberty
ruins.
the wooden girl. brevity.
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