dici-
a glance from the last cattle car
little lights to the side and narrow
a man behind me looking forward;
back of my head; my reflection;
i look at my face forward;
wonder what music he's listening to
i hear a train behind us, in front, catching up

reume-
the ocean always passes the tracks
seagulls in my headphones
i catch fish from my pockets;
tear at the fluid matchbooks
name and numbers to notcall;
a division between wall; platforms left
stalactites piling layers
the undersoles of so many boots heading
to escalators, green lights on building

gramme-
one could cut me in half
ram my half-intestine against
another’s heart
apply tape

icon-
nostril hairs, mustache, the patch of weeds
sprouting from her chin, your stomach
don’t trust the windows, tints always
blocking, please don’t smile that way
divots from trees torn, degrounded
please don’t wear it, it’s a wedding gift
and scratched the skin right off my face
when green paper mache
fell from the places where her eyes
should have been

quali-


(did you hear that this time?)


divi-
there’s been a little white space
take my porch, for instance:
three floors, a million bricks sidelining
an owl in blue and the blue it touches
a siren, low chimes, something i whisper

symptom-
some days people get married, and birds die the next day
everybody breathes until they stop;
we never did laundry together, I watched
her hate each entry; grocery bags run amuck
write walls inside the bedroom;
mc hammer’s a thing of the past, pj harvey
has initials too, $18 dollars at Circuitown
30c’s can buy you burned love; just squint in flames
and breathe: “i heard”

fetish-
broken wine, wrapped in a napkin
pieced like a wound;
wipe it up; something fell as laundry lint
from the sieve, after another failure’s load
the red of the shoes we bought, now within my duvet;
ten shots will break a cd-skeet flung;
i stomped my sunglasses to bits;
burning words never written
and framing it all, titled: “we thought”

index-
call mom and hear surprise, “you sound happy”
break out in hives the first day
work at iHop next to people, spread papers
ignore phone calls
plant nasturtiums and spray with soap when aphids proliferate
clothe bodies in charcoal
hover the borders of ten different balconys
say: estoy aqui porque mas no pude creer
start over, start over, start over