I have a friend whose father called every basement the devil’s treehouse. a friend who’s here today because she hid a knife. whose brother met god too early on the path to god and whose mother would jump from anything to fix a tooth…
there are people who don’t smoke who want to
when it rains
/
[thorn]
the dream bread of insect, horn
of dust
/
[Ohio musics]
a call-in radio show whose listeners are asked to describe loneliness in their own words
(******
farness)
to a coal worker or a clown
/
[corpse musics]
bread leaves home and food / comes for all / in animal / metaphors / favored / by god
/
[remote musics]
I write in this tongue and pray in another.
we sleep and are kissed by an ear in three beds: train, cow, frog.
if you’ve seen one roach, you’ve seen them all. that’s where they come from.