the knee of hers I don’t kiss
this region
long
on religion
/ the house
she’d have robbed
had her insides
changed
my grief writes in the wrong diary
of the orphan
in her tummy
gathering roadkill for a game of musical chairs
/ the juggler, the darkness
at a costume party thrown by starvation
kissing the baby of the creature
that taught
Judas
play, image, your joke on heaven.
infancy, you destroyer
of nuance
use
the whole
animal.
I love fake things. the tasered clown. the sheep my young father remembers being sliced like bread. the paper shredder that kept some animals from entering the time machine. the baby in riot gear. the other baby telling itself not to move. the blood’s blood type.
it is allowed one diaper per pissed-on anthill. its mother gets everything on the first guess. it only leaves its body to interrupt god. it eats a stork. you’re eating dove.
my first worm
I thought
it was being
dragged
I was just a boy
it was just
worm
like
/ stillness
has it always
been
genetic
/ the context of god, the deadpan
birth
of son…
/ nowhere’s
by design
butterfly
paint
with fire
the funny bone
the fence…
stray thing
from dog’s
ashtray
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