it’s no small animal that the world came back for us
to present oneself so falsely-
be happy
for the work
it is not real, of course
the trailer park
on fire, the accepted
field-
wheelchairs
crossing
without us
loneliness the born artifact of my father’s rented dream. god the hobby of replaced machines. forgiveness the eldest stowaway and mistress of the seasick hologram. the monster you became to attain formlessness. mom a rabbit. her dying frog. hunger erased by what it loves.
only god himself can enter the church of the easily missed
so make
of boy
a stray
being
lost
like you
my memory
twice
/ my death I was here to gather proof
/ my children
to paraphrase
a creatureless forest
in the minds
of men
with shovels; a field.
/ birth outgrew its crooked coat
god
as spotlight
unmanned
or not
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