(2014)
STEP BACK! There’s an infection you’ll get if you come any closer. It will open your eyes through the crust
the center holds itself still that rockets believably may be seen exploding in all directions from somewhere vaguely
shut my eyes and squeeze my demand, the point of a spear. what will happen.
finally, without knowing it was coming, he got to die. it was great. like a birthday party clown, he was equally the center
let’s put all the stupid things in a pile and call them “love” or “worry” or
love does not beat on doors, beg at tables. it is always
there are never really any angels in god’s company, it really just pretends them
this being we are, delights in all things, yes but is held breathless
I love how you talk Down to everyone In your poems Which, unlike fiction Are not covered
we are nearly always a world which almost
being drawn back unlike a bowstring but down and in as water finds the lowest
webwomb’s not the maker of me. came into it as falling is done. down, only always
the conquering child turns 50, gets the gag out its mouth, says here i am. let’s play now
leaning into, not against it. no, decidedly for, yes, always that, no matter
unspeakable dearth of nutrient the cause of the complaint, lack of the sweet titmilk of human connection,
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