pregnancy
while on
the list
wasn’t
his first
choice
but memory
ain’t
human
it is not so exact
this language
both parents thought to report the child missing
god is weak
but can address
the outdated
animals
of
your poems
without me
stones
meet
amateur night
in the electric
chair, a bundle
of almost nothing
rocked awake
by a mime
it was with me
absence
when I took
a shape / the alien
had wheeled its thing
in dog years
to nothing
as real as a grocery cart
in the kingdom
of sickness, as the store
I belong to, as the lonely
wheelchair
enthusiast, as the candle
lit
that becomes
the idiot’s
flower, as god, as real
as the owls
of those who’ve groomed
their spineless
sons
to wash
the hair
of the one
still
giving birth
on a rooftop, books
by the baby
nickname
no luck
at the inn
the couple
entered
the garden
god
he mourned
the lizard’s
tail
they, the death
their distracted
baby
I want
again
my brothers
to fight.
one
the animal judge of god’s time here
the other
the ocean’s
only
ghost.
sleep
an absent-minded
saint
in the pallbearer’s
dream
of outhouse
moons
