in lieu of
bird so baby
s/he didn’t have feathers
just grey/red/blue skin
beak angled open
sidewalk splayed
guts-stuck i scoop up
with leaves
relocate avian body under tree
shitshow
the way my subtext gets in the way of yours
and all of us are trying to be polite about it
but all of us also want to be the brightest brightness
dream, saturday night/sunday morning:
a forest house/cabin
(family outing)
and three ex lovers
one and a half of whom
i’d actually call ex
the first i told
if i wanted to
get any sleep
i’d have to find
another bed
but as i spoke
i climbed up
and laid myself on top of this
lover hips to hips
rib cage to rib cage
and this lover took my neck
in their teeth
i stood with
the second
in a side room
we could clear out
to turn into
a tiny bedroom
or a clubhouse
we were laughing in this room
crows feet
front teeth
possibly dance-aerobic-ing
or jump-jacking
the light of this lover’s face
the same kind of light
we encounter in old photos
of ourselves
the third and i
hiked to a hot spring
sealed in moss
rocks rain-shined
the springs on top of a hill
where the sun fell through
canopy gap
we wrote ourselves
in water
we were inscribed by light
border-bound
photo-snapping
we are in
a document
moving through a document
becoming document
documenting document
documenting becoming document
documented we are more
‘free’ here than others
dwight street, six pm
f and c looked and didn’t look
blood is so bright
when it first leaves the body
spread/slipped down the passenger side
smashed window white door
try to shake it by returning
to discourse on rainbows
i register it
as a half dream
there must be a name
for the phenomenon of feeling
less alone when we recognize ourselves
in other people’s narratives
how sometimes fact is like a punch
for instance: krupps and braun (coffee-maker companies)
once manufactured crematorium ovens for nazi death camps
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