clown fog, road head, gas mask
–
I can work
with anyone
–
two boats
per animal, horror
–
is dead
but had
a farm
what a strange bet. strange risk. paying a higher insurance premium has never made me feel unsafe. not being able to get a job has never made me feel unsafe. are there things I need to work on…yeah. I’ve never acted as if my body was done with me. but, this pretending you’ve been programmed to forget yourself as the inventor…just, no. if the darkest does not come to pass, no one gets to say I told you so. possibility, once born, is forever.
as if night
knows when
to sleep
I’m sorry you had to see that. your college. your healthcare. your body and your spirit. but, I am not sorry you were here to see it. not sorry you’ll remain. we’ve always gone without. now, we share that without with absence. be kind, but keep count. this is not the fault of one.
first fog
and the speechless
are giving
birth
longing is a stickman’s tail
a boy I know
checks
for his nose
whose father hits a deer
whose mother won’t mention
the puppet’s
bra
I tell it what I tell my stomach. if I die, you die. but there are limits to what the past can do. I had a kid once. insects were invisible. my mom was a face turning two from god. never worm do I know where to start. nightfall, and the number of hands I’ve collected hasn’t changed. brother still kicks himself for the nine months he couldn’t film. the best thing he wrote down had in it a father, who’d never seen a wheelchair, setting a trap for a wheelchair. it is like me to wait.
