the robotic jaw
lifting otherness
from a hole
in a body cast
no litter
of bewitched
kittens, no wild
crop
of soundlings
angry
at the wrong
life
I made
for a toy
car
a movie
screen
from a sheet
of aluminum
foil…
/ mother worked herself out of a straitjacket
she wanted
to paint
/ my stone-faced brother
had just been born
to mark
the cessation
of all
thunder
the singlemost mother has heard of a skin cream can turn one into darkness.
a bar of soap that reads palms…
–
on display for the poker face of birth, you are the vision footage dies for.
–
you have this father
leaves
no stone
unseen
this brother
haunted
by surplus
aftermath…
–
before it was an ear, it was where
she scrubbed
memory
of god
make
no bones…
I thought
water
slept
/ a pair of handcuffs
from the mermaid’s
dream
this black tooth
my time
as a ghost
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use a straw, hatchling
/ my behavior
in the dream
the baby contorts as if it might become a chair
its mother is saying
wind
I will pray
for you
–
its father is fashioning
from some god’s
idea
of a stripper
pole
a dollhouse
totem
–
the baby itself is nonsense
its head
bruised
by a rattle
would brain
a parrot
the body
a saying
from birth
I am not done / I carry my son
/ from the bathroom
his mother
died in…
death
didn’t see
a thing
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