new book

i am too distracted by

the wrong photo line

i’m so into this now

i want to just

keep pulling it down

pulling the eyes

pulling the lack

she was boarding a train

like a grammar school student

i would grow old to avoid my fate

believe in God to avoid my fate

sticks in the ground

don’t come back at all, come back

no, i can take it, i’ll take it awake

spill

my word was

“amazing” and i bit you

i hope it was me

your words were “wet”

and “wonderful”. the slick spread

through very deep water

surfacing with a burst of avian death

leaving stacks of whitened bones

that i cracked when i laughed

the mouthwash burned going down

after floating to shore on your muscle