there throbbed in a bird’s nest a comma.

fly!  the map of hell is burning.

I must finish the sentence my jailer cannot.

god is blind.  but why mourn?  abandon the moon
like a paper
mask.

a mosquito circles the string of a kite.  half risen
there is blood
in a straw.

my son has drawn jesus being killed by arrows.  

I have used my whole body under a blanket.  

our fathers were making bacon, which of them
caught fire, we take turns.  mine runs
out the door
into a silent film
about a pool.  yours
has a wife
eating ice cream.

any judgment in the court of murmurs
repeats.

we will be sad and there will be **** / we will be sad.

if we do not travel, it will be
by crocodile.

in the clothes that briefly kept eve.