the thinking was

the kids
they’d report
my disappearance

-

I saw two men trade guns
and assured
my brother
that men
differ

-

no one
today
is dead, the newborn

is letting
the lipstick
dry

-

my other movie is a fistfight

-

my other movie is the horse
my drowning
mother
drank

-

my other movie is not the dog
of my sister’s
first

hand, nor the nothing

I taste
on my way
to salt