birthplace 75 The hourless stone I throw after the needless velocity of youth. The soundman’s daughter who mustn’t know she’s been resurrected. The river I don’t know in the ear that I do. Grief the god of spotlights. The movie we made using the three collarless dogs we could find and the bush that wouldn’t catch fire. God the grieving stoplight. The last past.
Our baby’s ghost allergic to balloons A water snake’s quiet past Glow worms puberty’s little gods The paw that fools the sleeping road
birthplace 74 God hasn’t been back since the aliens touched us. I want to eat, but don’t want to explore my body. There are three days I dream about. The egg-broken snow, the son of soon, and the neverending bone of the moon. Die second.
A ballerina bites my ear. I play dead but am not recognized doing so on land by a swimmer. I started writing because people didn’t watch the movies I recommended. Being kind to your children won’t work. Give god hair. Tell god it’s human for tattoo. A ballerina bites my ear because a ballerina cannot scream. In every Eden, a set of false teeth.
Inside the father there is a frostbitten starfish. It is not out of place. Say simpler things. A car drifts through a pharmacy and doesn’t explode. Expired painkillers have in them a crying and I walk on broken grass. Say to purple that an impossible fly digs a hole for its unsalted fly friend. Kill every god whose son isn’t real.
Bright unfilmed poverty Body joy, Imagery that can’t move
The piano player’s glass of black milk Wasp grief, mosquito grief Passwords that keep god sober Arm grief
xix. The mother is born for years before you miss her. People almost ask for a smoke.
Writing at all is a darkness. Reading, at least, lets hell be hell. I had kids, I guess, so that I could save them. It’s impossible for death to be busy. Pain isn’t ready for the animal. I’d practice, but am too small to travel.
Microwave, tick bite, mood ring. Eel on tv that can see the ghost of an angel. A bomb that tells us we could have just filmed everything. A mosquito stuck to the son of god.
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