no person was made in the harming of this creature.
hands off, angel,
the baby’s
glove.
allow me, wind, my unnoticed resurrection and forgive my smaller ear. the sex we had saved to cut the bread of bilingual angels is now a ghost watching sleep improvise. church bell beats dog-whistle and rocking chair empties horse.
when it was said
cannonball
I heard cannibal
and wondered where
was my helmet
my dad as a boy was bullied
by evocation, as a man
by the flawlessly
deaf
puppet to puppet, I only have two hands
the future
is all
you see
for her date with the giant, mom is putting on her face. our time, invisible chameleon, is over.
brain of a white mouse.
poetry and suicide
the two left feet
of a child
forced to play
horseshoe
horse
a waste
of strangeness
in my plainness a seesaw
in her dream jaw her dreamboat’s jawbone
in our daily belly
in the church of rolling our own
a film
ghosting
a film
in a rug made of bread a tooth made of bread
in mannequins where small things kneel that are living
in claw-marks and in jigsaws of the crucifixion
in
crows balloons of the strangled
the spell we’re under for mocking the wrong ballerina
it learned here to roll over
there
to be
on fire
childhoods of dog-breath and wand
why does uncle
love baseball
and throw
so hard
what’s a city
kid I come before you
knowing full well
I won’t remember
my answers
the left hand is for pawing
at the broken
rabbits, these buildings
think god
will jump
who does memory
impress, who
can it warn
/ I left you for nobody else
toothache
come home
I’ll wear
a shirt
