kingsoftrain

Desperation catches a mouse that’s never moved.

Eyes 
die

in open 
space.

If your body is the body it came in

fuck
off. Nothing

changes my life.

Six months without seeing a spider. Eight dreams where I am strangled in the same house. Transition isn’t the right word, but it is exact. Pain isn’t pain until it wants children. Suicide is god learning to walk. Every bomb is imperfect. The wrong people live under brevity’s brief star. I love my body but at some point I am sold on soap. Look fucker. The human body is a paused magic. My son is dying and what matters is that three angels livestream surgery techniques from inside a tattoo shop vandalized by proverbs. There are stories you’ll have to tell death. Practice on wildlife.

as both 
we thought it said
performance poverty
also
all those years
I was kind
I was tired

I can’t imagine
knowing
my kids
are alive.

Ask the angel of birthmarks
if god
is cruel.

Grief redirects the simulation.

Old
heavens.

no matter
the hurt
I do not
deepen
there is
one ghost
that pretended
to dream
and in
that dream
we ate
so slowly
that we slowly
invented
sleep
god isn’t
here
to know
we’re here

is your body
terrified
you can be
on tv
moaning
in a bug suit
then attend
the big
bug suit
burning
of the year
things were made
by god

Well you can’t eat it now.

It’s not afraid.