a parrot
sawed in half
by peace
or quiet
food on my plate, I am always one suicidal hairdresser away from my past…
lead your lives, touch
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
