the vacant eye of a birdhouse.
a tiny black plate
that in a dream
you cannot pinch. the mute
cat’s meow
in your belly’s
lack wink. a dry
cookie
at the pursed
fanfare
of mouth. your thumb
moving over
your mother’s. dark foods
untouched
as the shadows
of fish
by water. your father’s
ear
taking blood
from the tilt
of a baby swing. the peasant
swallow
of a mannequin
whose ******
once fattened
your brother’s
lip. the paw print dice.
the ***** nurse
her long teeth
packed away
like cigarettes
in the shirt pockets
of men
shy
by this
much.
Jul 12, 2012
Jul 12, 2012 at 11:58 AM UTC
the vacant eye of a birdhouse.
a tiny black plate
that in a dream
you cannot pinch. the mute
cat’s meow
in your belly’s
lack wink. a dry
cookie
at the pursed
fanfare
of mouth. your thumb
moving over
your mother’s. dark foods
untouched
as the shadows
of fish
by water. your father’s
ear
taking blood
from the tilt
of a baby swing. the peasant
swallow
of a mannequin
whose ******
once fattened
your brother’s
lip. the paw print dice.
the ***** nurse
her long teeth
packed away
like cigarettes
in the shirt pockets
of men
shy
by this
much.
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