further, ( diets of the resurrected )

Moods for whale watchers:

 

As god’s gift to the suicidal mother, a stuffed crow goes a long way.  Balloons here lose their mannequin air. 

 

~

 

Mother as one who gives birth to avoid confrontation.  Years from now, I exist.  I want a cigarette, a puppy, and Jesus

 

on the cross.  I wrestle the brother who wrestles as if he’s sobbing inside an elephant.  People die on purpose.  The world’s smallest inventor tries her thumb at bulletproof bullets.  Pray puppets for puppet rain.

 

~

 

Moods for bloodflow:

 

The skin listens to itself pray.

 

I am never more than a peephole

taller

than my brother.

 

Overheard in god’s pharmacy

(that’s

gonna leave

a star

 

~

 

Baby Teeth, Ohio:

 

I have

in the rain

long hair

like your mother

 

~

 

Ohio math:

 

If born, your baby has given your name to God.  If not, not so fast, your baby has a sister who has two sisters and together they eat what can only be described as a chameleon abandoned by its ghost.  Here are things to keep apart:  My understanding of musicals and my brother’s of bulimia.  He and hymn.   

 

~

 

Perhaps, in another past, she cares for those beasts removed by God from the path of her loneliness.  And maybe it was there you listened for her supplier’s footsteps 

 

when it was lost in the move the empty bird of your faith

 

~

 

there were three in the garden

they were sharing

a cigarette

 

their god

had said little

 

no names, no pets

 

no lonely, allergic

 

baby

 

~

 

Ohio puberty:

 

they sing

in the locker room

to what

is mine, a scarecrow

for insects

etc

and then

 

they are saying

it backward

my safe

word

 

~

 

make death

fear you, not me

 

we all hear

that kid

& poetry

 

can’t be

the birthplace

of god

 

~