[I still bring snow]
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.
sleep is the christ of the mind.
~
[dream saw and dream tooth]
to be
as asleep
as a father’s
left leg
as a birthday
for a window
~
[removal musics (xii)]
if childless, we call it mother.
-
how long
did you fake
being young?
-
this part / of her poem / is empty
-
three men remove my shoes
-
translates
to yesterbed
-
self-portrait in milk
