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By the kitchen sink, my aunt held a fish as if holding the Holy Body.

Lure, yes, you would know how to catch and clean such a thing.

The social-media world was ablaze with his daughter’s bagunça.

Fishing with Dad guaranteed two days of just us and made me special.

The stars begin to turn clockwise, freeing us of all consequences.

I'll pick a black card of luck for you: star, pinkmoon, mirror, ostrich eye.

I drag my sheets as Earth drags her tangled mess of tides.

The pupils are toothpicks. The lake is a sky with a circle beneath.

i was a wild thing down by the river, quiet like wild things are.

It is here I learn the speech of men. The speechless guilt of every swig.

Exhausted, androgynous, delirious, I delight in my many parts.

If every present
is possible, how can we have eyes to see?

I dug a hole in you; I jumped (here is the church, here is the steeple).

I lie down and see you one bed over; therefore God exists.

Maybe he was preparing for a disaster that would never happen.

Some night soon you’ll haul yourself out from far beneath this life.

Grass grows, birds fly, waves pound the sand. I beat people up.

I saw the glowing body, silver with time, emerge from behind a lone pine.

A plus B; a child in peril, plus love, dissolution of, equals a story.

Suddenly two would dart and clasp one another belly to belly.

The walls pull apart like a troubled couple, finally deciding to hold.

Let’s rummage through each other’s bodies like a blowout sale.

My baby was calling to me. But I was welded to the mountain.

The mechanism and its crank pull us forever closer, you and I.

How large our muscles have to be to lift our wings even a single time.

Tell her I put poison in the pot and I intend to watch her drink it.

I am veins and breath, the entrance the world passes through.

You know what you’ve come looking for you probably won’t find.

What excuse did I use to pick a fight with that arrogant poet?

They plant whispers where shouts incinerate into hisses.