I think mom’s new dog must have the bones of a kite. I have a lover, now. a he, a beekeeper. a she if she saddens in the nearness. a nothing, a dowry. ghost china. spacesuits for stillborns. under this blanket, a puppet reads to a doll about light. under that, the shape of what goes blind in a poem. I miss you. plural. I don’t wash my forehead. I still bring snow.
~
[house musics]
no star foreign, brother kisses a spiderless ceiling.
the diver dead our father loved
~
[untitled]
a sick child can be in two stories at once. anthill. calvary. tell neither. I feel like maybe I am talking my way up the dollmaker’s ladder. eat? I won’t the black duckling. god
won’t the owl. angels
just birds that faint.
~
[response musics (iii)]
...weigh god in photos. free a crow from the gospel of the negative. (we) revisit the medicines. call you dead and call you hawk gone to curl in the lap of a cyclops. ask (we ask) for what landbound thing did your body carry time? your past, every year, the same spot. thing never shows.
~
[response musics (iv)]
a run on mirrors. lowkey exorcisms.
wheelchair, lamb’s minus one.
mom and the angel of last names. dad
and the snowplow.
dad and the ballet slipper.
yea the shadow of his yawn.
~
[removal musics (xi)]
it’s always your story to which the afterlife gets added. did you even want children? do crows
hear thunder? no butcher believes in time.
~
[how I want you to remember my sister]
in a puppet show about washing my son’s feet, or waving down
the ice cream truck with her bible, or
as farewell
to nothing’s church of neither
~
[pseudo]
between the house of the first suicide and the house of the second there’s one with a dog door.
the moms all work at the same ghost jail.
the dads say things like
/ finally a parrot I can hear / & / in hell nobody steps on their reading glasses.
the dream is there we put our mouths on. our hands. the dream that was nest.
brothers dressed like jesus brush their teeth and sisters keep a tender thumb.
~
[takeaways from his speech to the poor about what happens overnight]
horror movies are all the same.
babies can’t get amnesia.
I once pointed a starting gun at the head of a thing that wasn’t looking.