hole in light center you have no release you are
the final wink cabinet close I fear this is true
teeth marks in the door buried in pillows and frantic
for you maker of prayers fly, shit, eat, boxes, hail marys
a stoppage of color but temporary the yellows of flower centers
taken away your split-second head-hard
hard on pavement little eaters feast to the bone
and spread one by one with the moon in my bag
over everything above and in end rooms
where the body lies days the lefsa stales
and a mountain made of coffee me the sex walk
cheek-marked Jung and me run off together
dirty plate drift & bleed is
drain in the
two-ply
brain does bright circle on
the 2 X
for soil-speck
esophageal tell
him you’re OK IS
a fingertip pressed
in shoulder & then
let go is the snow
ceiling &
enclosure
makes a slight rainbow under here