(ix)
at a therapy session
for those
unable
to dream
I am handcuffed
to my mother
whose imaginary
lover
has lice
a baby born with a wig
rattles on
about sleep
death’s eyepatch
(x)
on these bikes these boys are beautiful
/ passing men under spell of god, the order
maybe dissolved
of the bent
cigarette
/ I will not miss art
five-thousand fathers
to burn
a fish
but ease, but hunger
a girl putting all her pain in a turtle
or in anything
lifted
from the hood
of her sister’s
coat
/ a firecracker
read
by a bone
(xi)
what a ghost knows about giving birth
powers on
a mechanical bull
father says there is nothing
like it
in Ohio
this giving
god
to a jack-in-the-box
there is a word my mom makes
from a word
she can’t
/ orbituary
/ brings it all
home
(xii)
the human dream
god’s attempt at a short story
the animal
works
miracles
/ the elephant
in its ruin
takes up
for whale
yeah, it rains here
rains
glue
adult diapers
are fishhook
rare…
/ tell your sister
nothing happened
to mine
(xiii)
imagine how long god must’ve been left alone to be named after the first person whose name he said. how hungry the mother to swallow hair. how bored her baby to remember. how small the television that spitballed hell. hidden the horse to keep its church. black the water to transport fish.
(xiv)
the black eye
given
to the moth-catcher’s
most attractive
child…
what a woman predicts
becomes false
subtraction
the plus side
of trauma
her mother’s
babied
past
Aug 19, 2016
Aug 19, 2016 at 11:48 PM UTC
(ix)
at a therapy session
for those
unable
to dream
I am handcuffed
to my mother
whose imaginary
lover
has lice
a baby born with a wig
rattles on
about sleep
death’s eyepatch
(x)
on these bikes these boys are beautiful
/ passing men under spell of god, the order
maybe dissolved
of the bent
cigarette
/ I will not miss art
five-thousand fathers
to burn
a fish
but ease, but hunger
a girl putting all her pain in a turtle
or in anything
lifted
from the hood
of her sister’s
coat
/ a firecracker
read
by a bone
(xi)
what a ghost knows about giving birth
powers on
a mechanical bull
father says there is nothing
like it
in Ohio
this giving
god
to a jack-in-the-box
there is a word my mom makes
from a word
she can’t
/ orbituary
/ brings it all
home
(xii)
the human dream
god’s attempt at a short story
the animal
works
miracles
/ the elephant
in its ruin
takes up
for whale
yeah, it rains here
rains
glue
adult diapers
are fishhook
rare…
/ tell your sister
nothing happened
to mine
(xiii)
imagine how long god must’ve been left alone to be named after the first person whose name he said. how hungry the mother to swallow hair. how bored her baby to remember. how small the television that spitballed hell. hidden the horse to keep its church. black the water to transport fish.
(xiv)
the black eye
given
to the moth-catcher’s
most attractive
child…
what a woman predicts
becomes false
subtraction
the plus side
of trauma
her mother’s
babied
past
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