we can live without many things

sun
up
til
sun
down
a
scarab
pushes
a need through my body
i
still
refuse
to name
-
god can you change the dreams

can you

time traveler/ holding a puppy/ gets a nosebleed
-
the things i can’t write about

tornado
how jeans rubbing against
my crotch
feels
echo
somber hook of hand

i didn’t mean

to
-
god i am
doglost

cornfield
lost

i have a lighter but
no pack

of
cigarettes