[entries for creator]

to keep my son safe, I invent hole and hat and await the rabbit. in the meantime, I watch videos of daycare workers beating on food as if kids could betray starvation. but really I’m just sad no one knows anymore how to make a fist. say Ohio aloud and you’ll not notice

a pattern.

[entries for undoing]

he go to water
to form’s
disciple
where last he saw
his mom’s wheelchair
momless
in a net
made of spiders

[entries for restraint]

lightning, keyhole, the forgetful
giant
blowing kisses
from bed
to the eyelids
of nostalgia’s
immortal
messenger…

is this how I am beautiful in an airplane bathroom

is this the mother burns her own
ears
to get
god
talking

/ stop reading
you come
to crow