door to door we are selling knock-knock jokes
I am the body
travel
came with
go home, sadness
–
of exposure
to birth
a child, an oven
how both
distract
touch
the invisible man’s ghost, them polaroids
of sister’s
feet…
dream differently, microphone
in defense of snake, this is my mom’s curling iron
/ ghost
a vacancy
I cannot
dismiss
hooked on silence, oh sleep
/ long before its descent into me
is voice
the shadow
of song
swimmer
whose blood
has feathers
to build something inside the church
they had to close
the church
those who wouldn’t normally disappear
were said to be helping
shape began its story
with veal
and ended
with the man
dad choked
for nine
months
I imagined
foreign
injurious
objects
and my brothers
spoke
from a sandbox
of seeing
a late
deer
on the roof
of a nursing home
kingsoftrain 