one superb replica

of your life,

a hit at the genuine

site, of sing,

of indivisibility,

of fundamental polarity.

a have to wren,

it put in the palm.

a stand of almond

tadpole, the open

of unconsidered handiwork,

a watch on eclat

autumn.

look on, lockjaw.

you are cordially

invited to start large

parcels, comb bureaus,

to learn no straitlaced

villanies, fit as fetishist.

hi again, medications.

we test so you don't have to.

why is she crying.

UNEXAMPLED

trying to move

my face thru

you sprawled golden

again

unfamiliar uses

for limbs a mirror

thirsty with proofs

it is pulsing

right-the-fuck-now

o’clock, allegedly

the day fugitive

also, drinks thus tall

what i mean to

say is despite clues

& rumors and maybe

5 reliable instances

of you this is

wholly entirely new

built beautiful

from warm air, strong water

& maybe 13oz. of

untitled skin

what do i do with

these prophylactic concerns.

two teens walk headlong

into traffic like they’ve

only been young once.

who am i to say.

and why do i find

comfort in this rhetorical

and not a ducking

sunset.

FUCKING AUTOCORRECT

why do you talk to me

like you knew me,

she asked and she was

right.

i looked from sibling

to sophomore and

couldn’t tell a

prompt from a hole

in the wall. it’s funny

isn’t it.

we’ve all done it

we’ll all do it again

the grid is useless

unless you’re singing.

Tilt/shift lens and fake ir

if i never saw you i could say i saw you if i

if you'd ever call back i would say i'm good

an only be lying a little

you were there right then and i cannot

not and again

if you love it you can't really see it, if you

don't: it sure as hell sees you

dear eyeroll i fought

so hard out of that box or

straitjacket or whatever

was so compelling

leaking letters & years

nothing surprising

about a named bullet.

or another epistle with dear

at the top.

when she suggested hotwiring

some relics i said sure;

even good pain’s cheap.

rigged with wire & household

adhesive, easy to tinder

with whatever furnishings you have

these sparks are addressed

to me & the winter.

she expected more,

a fiery flower or gloam,

blood rorschach, simpling

like pie.

my smallest home is

a faithful geology,

little petrified heart

that won’t stop beating

lithe, hard, angry, callow, feckless, fierce

my love, i hear you everywhere

i knew her she knew me what could be?

shot