just that close to the tornado
the sign-in book at the old folks home
without my name my visit
rubbing my eye raw
by that time furtive she took our her knife
my grandfather gave to me
hand-carved sleep
remember Dido she swore
I went down the hall to buy a Hershey’s
the dictionary rent open
we’ll have to deal with this later
growing up in a cloud
my relatives smoked and smoked
mud ravaged inside winking
like weary peanut farts
decided another jerk the transformer burst
in lightning splinters earth
that distant train Aeneas on board
we scrunched beneath a tarp
blow in your ear
flesh of tongue
bleeds to birth
stupor of Dylan Thomas
horny for no good reason
her legs
animal weirdness
prosthetic including hearing
after Helen Keller
a paraplegic
high heels a decibel above
smiling
lips loud feral
Clausewitz beyond Flanks
Often speaks of Delilah upon waking,
—You have to excavate the bomb—
Careful yet, he hibernates.
Near where “one would draw the line.”1
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