violences (4)

VIOLENCES BEFORE BED

 

designed our brother designed a bathtub that couldn’t hold itself in any position long enough to keep god’s gaze in the injured overlap of stillness as paroled by a creator stuck in a shape-addicted form

 

designed our sister designed her sister as a crying joke inside of a third sister whose hearing loss created the moon

 

designed the moon designed an egg to break the ribs of the moon

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VIOLENCES BEFORE TOUCH

 

designed I designed a thumb and with it started the scarecrow’s collapsed church of celibacy

 

designed my doglike creature designed for a deer a memory using only those sounds taught to god by cars driven at night by blow-up dolls mourning the pink life of mimes

 

designed we designed a drunkenness that could breathe for a hole and the hole filled us with crickets and teeth

 

designed the cricket designed a classic hummingbird too stunned by the non-miracle of beast to leave the pecked eye of christ for the prayer of stillness darkened by a specifically timeworn crow done with being three times the size of god

 

designed god designed the same creatures as god

 

I had my honeyed life

 

designed my weakest son designed, ah

 

designed my passing designed passage through tapeworm’s nightmare of permanent stars

 

designed this poem designed the idea that a cricket could leave something in the future and get it back

 

tattoo

a wasp

its father

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VIOLENCES BEFORE DREAMLIFE

 

designed a seasick photo designed a darkroom to keep the empty trap from dreaming of god’s unsurprised stomach

 

designed we designed a terrified mirror to sleep with the angel who imagined our seeing

 

designed your mother’s mouth designed a grape all could eat from memory

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VIOLENCES BEFORE SWEETNESS

 

designed lightning designed a pair of scissors from something sleeping in the thigh sobbing on the right side of god

 

designed sound designed a voice for god as a way for animals to tell jokes

 

unburn

the angels

 

it’s my year to add a brother

 

designed these fuckers designed

 

designed a machine designed a map to cover with cornfields the umbilical cord koans of data abandonment

 

designed sleep designed restraint blue

 

designed blue

 

designed my brothers designed they are white

 

designed skin designed pressing on prayer with the oyster bruise of a fingernail starved in a mirror by the invisible disciples of nakedness

 

designed death death I did this for