These words are needles
Tossed carelessly on our way to learning
Something no one wants to know.
Paint me deep with
All the things we cannot say,
All the things we cannot say.
Your shadow in the doorway, brother.
There is nothing more here for you,
But dogs in pillowcases,
Knives and a BB gun,
Are you ready?
Can we catch enough tadpoles to eat?
It’s warm in California, but I’ve got
So much clothing on.
Maybe if my fingers dig deep enough
My chest will yield some pretty thing
Like the others do.
But even some sickly sweet melody
Will not bring you back to me.
I’m calling, calling.
Keeping myself awake at night.
I’m choking on truths,
Or half-truths, or quarters
Bouncing into cups
For raucous springborn sons, or lines
Cut to the length of our
Take care of her for me.
I love the two of you so much.