to watch the fire I make my way to a hay bale.
a certain misshapen bale I first called
scarecrow’s womb
but now
jesus hill.
this is the kind of time I have.
-
my sister believes her left eye doesn’t exist.
that it is the shadow of her right.
because of her many beliefs,
my father has placed himself
inside
a pacing
man
where he curses like a censored linguist
made to collect
a tower’s
rubble.
-
in my dreams I am charged with a notch of black tape
and the sloth
agony
of a woman’s
******
-
I pass a finished tree with some color left in its leaves
and recall my uncle swallowing his ribbons
from the heyday of flame
at the height of what mother called
intake
Oct 18, 2012
Oct 18, 2012 at 4:27 PM UTC
to watch the fire I make my way to a hay bale.
a certain misshapen bale I first called
scarecrow’s womb
but now
jesus hill.
this is the kind of time I have.
-
my sister believes her left eye doesn’t exist.
that it is the shadow of her right.
because of her many beliefs,
my father has placed himself
inside
a pacing
man
where he curses like a censored linguist
made to collect
a tower’s
rubble.
-
in my dreams I am charged with a notch of black tape
and the sloth
agony
of a woman’s
******
-
I pass a finished tree with some color left in its leaves
and recall my uncle swallowing his ribbons
from the heyday of flame
at the height of what mother called
intake
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