not as common
is the dream
stuck
in the man.
not all wounds
report back.
I’d look for my father
if I knew where
to begin.
with my mother
it’s like my mother never happened.
I am the man whose missing woman
was bedridden
first.
I depend on my safety.
I worship a sleep that worships.
my brother feels no pain. a characteristic
he blames
on my sister’s
begging
to be interrogated.
not on speaking terms with a former self,
the dream is god.
Jul 17, 2014
Jul 17, 2014 at 9:06 PM UTC
not as common
is the dream
stuck
in the man.
not all wounds
report back.
I’d look for my father
if I knew where
to begin.
with my mother
it’s like my mother never happened.
I am the man whose missing woman
was bedridden
first.
I depend on my safety.
I worship a sleep that worships.
my brother feels no pain. a characteristic
he blames
on my sister’s
begging
to be interrogated.
not on speaking terms with a former self,
the dream is god.
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