i.

this is what I was thinking:

blow blood from your nose.
the word

stem.

and lead me to a flower.

ii.

dies adult
the child
of god.

iii.  

wheelchair, from its

handle
a ribbon
you can flick

like a blue
ear.  

iv.

her soul
like foil;  why mama

she pillowed

the coughing
iron.

v.

stepping on a nail
this is my father

he walks like  that

on his hands.

vi.

a red oil
ants carry.