my brother the mud wrestler wants to know if we’re any closer to finding our father.  I examine the droppings and say someone is feeding you in your sleep.

i.

his hands looked as if they’d been born inside a tree.  his **** as if god had thought twice about burning the entire stick.  who am I kidding.  find that ******* tree and have its baby.

ii.

my body was so hot the stretcher caught fire outside the pig pink temple.

iii.

what’s left of the human wall are the feet of the human wall

says mother
to the family
of the secret
wig.

my brother calls a stoplight the math brain of god.  my best friend bites the apple that once controlled the minds of sheep.  scenes from your childhood bring back mine.  her memory is all she can think about.