abortion

beneath
the highest
pop fly            
on record

divination

found myself alone
in a *******

*******

epitaph

easier
if I
imagine

you are     clothed

angels

any mystique
surrounding
  a small town
   search party

blood**

     this *******
from the reader
of my

palm

as references to my brother
appear elsewhere
I ask my mother
if I can use
her lipstick

-

collateral:

I have a friend who was asked
by a representative
of a reality TV show
to be someone
different-

someone famous.

-

I smoke *** under my sister’s bed.

stand and brush her fingernails
from my belly.

she thinks I’m her brother.

-

saying
they’ve nothing
to prove

     many attest
to the hush
of my father’s
congregation

-

when brother is born
I am due
his mirror

-

wager:

in one place
at once

     God

I’ve worn black for as long as my husband can remember.  because of his photographic memory it is hard for him to imagine how things might’ve been had the unidentified person lived.  I try to look the same everyday but am curvaceous.  we have no children.  our therapist is gay, broke, a bit shy.  a changed man.

Ever had a teardrop fall out of nowhere?
Like you aren't sad or anything; it's just...

It's almost like
Someone you lived as
In a past life
Still reeling over heartbreak
Or a dredging loss
Breaks thru for a
second.

euphoric period

a hospice worker
naps
in a lawn chair
beside a tree

(a tree
with tire
swing)

in the front yard
of a house
with a man
on its roof

     a man
unimpressed
by the woman
half ****
half woman
roughing her bare
scalp
on the wood post
of a neighbor’s
mailbox-

the only person I don’t recognize
is dying / in the house / is dying

from my
boredom.  I could check the bird feeder

or I could check
the bird-

prayer reminds god to grieve.

paragraphia
in its entirety
is anecdotal.

my mother, in two acts:  secretarial / secret exile.

     noumenon / father.  together,

the one that got away.