Broke
In coarse grass
where secrets lie
he lingers
how rich
the comet
that drives down
staking
bit by bit
eternally muffled
by the dense
hard cold
ice
sifting
in a square glass
an empty room
the smell of
bright gray
nestled
in the frame
of your house
The new year
Wrinkled
I grab
the shirt
from the depths
of my bag
its stitching
is coming
apart
in places
that I
can't sew
too often
I pass
the window
never looking
inside
sweep
the fine glitter
from the floor
and pull up
rolling
Outline
Close
indigo
pretty flags
all in a row
pick the meat
off the bones
sitting
still
the rolls
of silk
pleated
secured
pins and clips
gestate
and create
Motel
Blistering bones white
heat sticks through old carpet run
tack down picture frames
Morning light
Braid over
cereal crumbs
the sticky
sweet
cinnamon
from last night
milk split
on a round
kitchen table
sinking spoons
butter on toast
alarm rings
coffee dripping
tea brewing
in a large
kettle
paper
pen
pencil for errors
draft
erase
set in pen
remember
from the night
before
brain spinning
in the vastness
of the world
plunge into
the soft spongy surface
and start again
Flies
Floorboards split open
footprints hovering in salt
lines open crawling
Happy
Pop
crunch
chew
giggle
in the sun
over nothing
in particular
brush your teeth
in the river
under a tree
there is a bright future ahead
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