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it’s a tight fit, squeezing between official statements /
prepared notes instead of breath at a recognizable pace /
measure the space between words to ensure a convincing dimension /
nod like an undeniable tide /
forcing beach goers to the highest points of the argument /
best to strand the audience in a compounded structure /
where the beginning and the end never meet /
just weighted phrase on phrase, pinning them under national weight /
speech that leaves little air /
drowning above ground in the self-serving thick

the day is glowing with the villagers’ torches /
the scent of lavender mixes with their bellows /
mark another date on the calendar scraped into the wall /
perhaps a birthday today on some plate elsewhere always /
I can touch my hands behind my back as a forced hug /
exercise regularly in the feet I can afford /
there is rain here, too, making the fence look new /
spared so many objects to consider /
only the sea leaning closer /
that absent air above left to hold

the silver tip and white belly are the end of a May long day /
sometimes a prize in the gullet, minnow or frog leg /
pull the thin curved blade to the right /
anticipating resistance that is uneven along the length /
the flesh making a cracking sound like crumpling paper into a wad /
the intestines don’t reveal themselves willing /
drag the finger as a claw through the ribcage /
the insides should come out as a whole /
still bound by warmth and like function /
the fish could be a portrait of landed wealth /
it’s mouth ajar heralding the lord’s dinner /
it was caught in clear water, loitering around green-blue rocks /
the name we gave to that lake, just an outline

though the father passes through us /
perhaps always a calloused ghost /
muttering from the back seat /
drawing the map as he walked /
hunched under low brows /
arriving at the bay with minimal scratches /
and a dry cheese sandwich /
smiling the further from humans and their split chatter /
things do not hold their meaning over time /
keys bound by a safety pin /
measurements in pencil on an envelope /
a bag of metal slugs from utility boxes /
pellet gun pellets in a saltshaker /
these things as heatless as the first true day of fall /
objects only appear with movement around them /
he was reluctant to celebrate anything /
knowing the world has a weight after us

gathering eyes all his life /
filling up pockets of air under the boat /
with grain counts on the beach /
names for every color of insect /
recordings of the sound clipping nails in Algiers /
numbering the rings of spruce trees before their cut down /
an eye for every occasion perched on his shoulder /
trained to comment after the guests revert /
the collection of eyes, uninheritable /
perhaps as bread crumbs back from hades /
seeing-eye doggerel lighting the way /
with unstained whites around pupils /
staring down into all continents for the lowest reading light

looking for man /
beyond the puff in the sky /
where the curious turn loses its speed /
what scatters under clouds isn’t always seed /
but gravel giving up it’s numbers /
all we have is separation pushing buildings upward /
welcome weather into the bedroom /
sliding under covers knowing what to take from skin /
the last man standing won’t claim moisture

when if one takes a two /
there be trim light /
on the ledge barking one offs /
where to be all /
should a time pause its sentence /
0 love, you are not /
the be weighing last week’s groceries /
melting down to a pause /
on every ringing finger

I count money with my toes /
because one is missing /
always rounding down /
so much is odd, nine places nicely /
dropping hailstones on stove elements /
there’s almost a scream sounds like /
a warm sizzle inflating a balloon /
your own skin burning comfortably /
in the deep nights of February /
a crackling beacon on the toboggan hill /
drawing the curious to a melted circle of broiled grass /
the fixed pupil on a snowy orb

thank you for the effort /
and comforting sparks /
from bone on bone /
the city’s blinking is dazzling at night /
sharp electric jabs emphasize the matter /
of all that unfolds below /
from crease to crevice /
where stars are visible /
and darkness, a place unto its own /
like inserting an arm into a long, empty paper bag /
the dirt keeps red after the sun ends /
humming with distant exploit /
Tantalus burying himself /
in the rich soil /
echoing with a mouth /
full of sod /
the final product as /
distant as a satellite

casual swill means type, type, type /
don’t pause the interruption /
this one comes from an organ /
and when the next movement /
disturbs scenery /
lack it all shall we /
tru to form /
the press crushes the shoulder /
used to nudge /
one forwards to an unthinkable two