some eyeless thing eating for none
a volunteer
to snipe
the crucified
dentist
appetite’s bedsore
a baby taking up for a chicken
the boy
is today
a bloodhound
tracking
the lone
acolyte
of his mother’s
handprints. as another,
he once
led
a horse
to a woman’s
watermark…
/ give suicide someone to widow
the boys are off to hang a turtle. I didn’t know I felt nothing. her father impressed a piano from puppet heaven. but pregnancy was all god knew.
I was
for desperation
a woman
crawling away
from her walker.
I still, gender, have
your raincloud.
/ nothing whispered is a language.
the mouth chews on its ghost.
the barn
bat
with the eyes
of a diver’s
shadow…
the dads were all digging
the nudes
were thinking
small
every chair
an electric
chair
in daylight, that motherless grief
it’s my turn with the body
/ I was thinking church
but meant
museum
/ brother is horrified
/ he’s made
this face
before
/ I was saying
in the oven
of the observable
crow
this hologram
is the butcher’s
pajamas
/ I was thinking
fork
that’s not
how telepathy
works
ask a man what a rabbit hole means
he’ll say
logistics
/ everything I had was in that mirror
