mom takes photos of things we are near.
a piece of gum that won’t bleed.
a plastic bag from the head of a carousel horse.
the circle’s dark past.
this oven
this chapel
of the television’s
right
to privacy…
which paw
for mom’s
mosquito
bread
I roll from my mother
my father
sketching
the ghost
of a stone
awake and watching his bird feeder
shaped
by a scarecrow
barber
known
to cut straws
for quiet
angels
remember to rub them, the hands of the slow learner.
and to say their prayer
the one for the bald princess
& her child’s
perfect
somersault
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BORNOGRAPHY
it is common for the male cannibal to carry the skin of the due child
fasting is a sin and starvation a commandment
orphans are given home movies and edible pillows
language is a head
we bring it cake
~
DYING AT HOME
bring little, for I am a small room.
my clothes are yours and have always been lonely.
from nowhere
came beauty
to avoid
god.
bruise, ye
from nightgown
to blanket.
be kind, history
to those
in my dream.
~
WHOLE CHILDREN
whose nights come to them in food
wrote lullabies
for cocoon
and stuttered
~
RIBBON ON A BLINDFOLD
suicide
is death’s
unicorn
~
VIANDS
no person was made in the harming of this creature.
hands off, angel,
the baby’s
glove.
~
HILLS AND STARS
for her date with the giant, mom is putting on her face. our time, invisible chameleon, is over.
brain of a…
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I come from a place where a school bus hits a dog and the bus driver barks and all her kids play dead
