birthplace 72 The aching swan of a father’s stork. The tiptoe blood of a mother’s wasp. We paint for context our privates blue. Touch wrists to sadden our mouths. I still go outside to say any small thing. Our dolls have the same limp.
birthplace 71 I have my pipe and my pictures of the crucifixion. My brother says rabbit, rabbit above a frog. My brother is dead, but only on the moon. The frog is dead all over.
birthplace 70 Nostalgia an emptied spider, Death a breadcrumb suspended in a ghost, Ghost ghost
birthplace 69 God is man’s yearning for a complexity that god cannot recreate. My teeth were fine and the afterlife was doing its thing. I said I wouldn’t say god then made my brother mutter kinder thunder until my killer’s mother kicked her prayed-for stutter. I said god god the moon is dead. Puberty came from its haunted blue mud. A cigarette, a toy. The lost rib of joy.
birthplace 68 Also hio: Wrong way wrist
birthplace 67 Designer Ohio traffic: Brief yield. The babies can’t see their breath. Stop sigh.
birthplace 66 Mom remember. Smoke coming out of the showerhead. Babies that smelled like water. Tender me rewinding a VHS tape in a drug house. Mom long long enough.
birthplace 65 How lividly agony languishes in the loud mercy of the lived-in lover. I want to say there are songs like this and I want to say hosanna. The sick vanished dreadful babies take pictures of how they’ve been portrayed and they let us call it heaven this place that means the pain is different here. I am with my father and together we name an animal. Mom remember.
birthplace 64 We leave our son in the attention span of an angel. A window misses a window. I terrify a softspot with the skull of a squirrel. Salt, surgery. The owl’s muscles are bored.
birthplace 63 The babies in their crawling glory make a mess of god’s blood. Outside, it’s the animals that are going too fast. My toy car lives through a ladybug but dies on a spider. My brother has me bite his ear to keep our parents from looking for his toothache. I make some rules about touch that I don’t follow. Time will be here until we reincarnate god lol. The toothache enters my sister’s wrist and she finally gets a buyer for her girlfriend’s handcuffs. Sorry I keep singing into this rabbit. Castration has legs that suicide doesn’t.
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