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
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
