So small a blamed goblin. This good time
and, if I know anything, this tanking in the shower
that turns what was once a loss
into a long want alone.
I gave away that cottage cheese to yesterday.
For myself, from your hands, it’s unclear.
What does listen ends to ask to know it. My one mother
is alive. My two father is alive.
The brains are out for us, for life. The devil atop his burro,
all dust and sleeping curl, sighs and sighs, that’s our
oxygen, and when we say so, it’s ours to grip.