TO LOUISIANA

I cry because of
how much time
we lost of my childhood
not singing in the front seat
of the white truck yelling
swing low
sweet chariot
coming forth
to carry me

Treat

I want to be rewarded for my good thoughts. My good purchase. I want free shipping. Gentle handling. I buy eyeliner. The felt tip, and pointed. I want someone to clap. I buy steel boots. I

Cosmogony

In January the birds awakened mid-
flight. In February the bats left
their cave and we called it abandoned.
In March a civilization arose
and fell. In April a ream of gauze
unfurled,

scare tactics

I grew hands by the dozen
I was a generalized reaching
clasping monster it was
not a dream shared or
otherwise it was neither
yours nor mine nor ours

the scariest

air wants
to hold
flame down

Did we go to Boston twice or did all this happen in one trip? I remember two different rooms but we used to change hotels all the time, just to feel like criminals. Once we stayed in an old converted

The kettle boiled; I made the tea,

And when I turned around,

I saw she’d set the cups and placed

A third one for the skull.

unadorned

Lick me with your warm
honey tongue. Give me your port-wine
stain birthmark.

You are your pale
moonlit clavicles,
clanking against mine.
 

Pencil erasers for nipples.

You

please believe me
            when i tell you this
            when i tell you of the high concentration of uranium and thorium 

DROUGHT

Flat water became rare in the house.
We loosened our jaws and drank
sparkling water from cans. For years
now, it seems the rain has gone off
to buy some cheese and bread. There
was

"Late Spring" and "Inconceivable"

"A Haunting" and "Shape Shift"

"Eve Learns to Dominate," "Farmers' Market," "Small-Town Fuck Geometry," and "Religious Art"

"A List of Men I Have Dated" and "Dear Diary"

on a plastic chair...

I was reading today how trees, though not touching directly,
talk to each other...

I like to say I hate it when people say this,
but sometimes it really is what it is...

To be led by the engine of empire...

A two week notice.

The streets are empty. The bars are less full. 

In 1644 John Weston, age thirteen or sixteen, depending on the source, stowed away.

On the road ... 

Fill the latex body all the way through.

Twice, my friend was flashed as a child.

For you who shone under the blue lights