you will not come across the alien I was molested by.
I replaced myself
like the nothing
that happened.
you can
in fact
eat your silence
forever
–
I don’t want my food
to tell a story
–
talk to me
of light, of mother’s
milk, talk
is for the hungry
–
ask my hands
–
it is always dark
in the baby
you’re having
and in the dream
I’m
I am at the truck
getting ice cream
for the overly
nostalgic
girl
who refused
to cut through
the cemetery
you will never be
a virus
–
the animal’s moment of bliss
before it is named
–
masturbation
as the seizure
had
by hologram
–
the cyclone
that makes a baby
you can’t
put down
the father is a one-man show
of seasonal darkness.
the mother is clockwork.
the child is the child born
wearing
a tight
shirt.
the loaf of bread is the hot heart of nightfall.
the cut is a city
attracted
to a blood drive. the blood drive
is god’s treehouse.
as ahistoric
exit
music
plays
you leave
the beast
in the bitch
of its
amnesia
–
themes for prey
–
infant cinema
dreamt
I was nude
on rice
beach
–
dreamt a mother had gone to the desert
for fish
her son’s
fish
could eat
while swimming
–
two martyrs
share a camera
both
call
touch
–
dreamt sleep
was the eye’s
blood
relative
burn the scarecrow
your mother
translates for.
make your daughter
believe
that a virgin
is a nobody, that a somebody
does her own
stunts.
hire
grief’s interpreter
on a part-time
basis
to blow
your son
in your son’s
presence.
as a symbol of your absence
disappear.
prayer
as the horn
the car
carries
into
a tornado. touch
as ventriloquy.
naming
the stillborn
within hail
of the snake
loving
boy
who can psalm
a basketball
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