i grieve in waves
i grieve in waves at
i grieve in waves at the
i grieve in waves at the foot
i grieve in waves at the foot of
a white dog,
sleeping hard inside itself
in the name of saltwater, in spite of the toothless
man, here, like a christmas vessel, for the ritual
look, it’s the standing girls
whose mothers crawl the woods looking
for birds like an answer,
like an ugly, wordless angel
we’re so big we never make eye contact she whines at the boy, the bowl is blue they bring water to the dog when the stranger asks what we call our home no, i wouldn’t be a green tree
two rooms, hot vessel pretend to see other-other draw lines between the spaces to remember nothing
special, just a distance two men circle the car, the lines bend and
i look forward forever
fall asleep naked on a stage
in front of a stranger with knots
in his head
a spot in the eye
he walks around the spot
in his eye
posture of a body out of balance
man wears his feet backward
with gravity , in a ball , in his belly
it turns, and again
salt floods the month’s end and my mouth wrenches a boring goodbye
it’s true, the forest is sleeping with its grass growing in two
directions this machine not addicted to coughing when the girl is active
catwalk around the white lion towards a man counting fire scorching the bridge put myself in its heat limbs lose their water in slow motion transpires into leggy
yellow flowers for you to hydrate
