Mouth and its past
for the black
puberty
of touch
My longest injury
for the infant's
blue hunger
pain
that opens
the remote
ear of hell
A glimpse of my birdkiller baby
for the rested
weariness
of your knee
high fatigue
and a touch
that comes
in twos
A scrape of my tongue
for an empty
anxious
dog
licking your wrist
in a room
painted trap
door blue
A dead
window.
A hole
kept in a dark
minded
fly.
The school
where you held
and dropped
your first
gun.
Shy
anthills
from the no
museum.
A cut of my body
for one
glass day
in the slow
photograph
of sleep
The sleepwalker's
peaceful death
stopped
so few of us
in our tracks
that god
with a sheepish
violence
said animal
animal
animal
Two naked swimmers pretend to hold their breath forever. An invisible mouse distracts a stone. I delete the shroud machine. Why two? The afterlife is unbearable.
Water
with its broken blue bones.
The most
private
newborn.
Teeth whitener
and god.
The dryer's ribs.
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