the amount of thought
given to locating
the secret
mind.

I am on count eight
of ten-

ten, the future.

I call your hiding place
water.

-

of course you dream of falling-

those toys
are the toys
of god’s
children.

-

staring contest-

the only child and the twin, then

the lonely
victor.

-

let there be
all

the light.

-

I’ve never seen

a dead body, a pair
of handcuffs-

but don’t ask
the wristcutter’s
ghost.

-

I have the words to tell you about my son.
I hate that he needs me
to take
nothing.

-

a member of my search party
is rumored to have left
the lucky gal

a one pet home.