the boy was shirtless, was pocket knife
and pentagram.

where I’m from
this is how
we
go naked.

to attract other houses
my mother stays in bed
all day
claiming upright
she is fat.

awake, I visit
the white limo
in the white
limo’s
dream.

the boy lured my daughter
into being born.  I wrapped him

in a towel
and buried him
beneath
my brother
who had it

coming.

to erase hell
from the window
washer’s
memory

father mustn’t

hurt
one by one
the poor.