the water’s instant when still
to stagnant, when mosquito larvae pops
into the toad’s pink throat beneath sky
and supermoon
//
an ember erupts the leaf pile
smoke as if a gun’s barrel as if
//
escape the crack spreading air
stitching o’s in boom
//
my father shot meth in the bathroom
brushed teeth with his left hand
loved me
//
the moment hand becomes fist as if
knuckles might matter as if
knowledge of a wall’s stud as if
//
barn swallows cut the air
drunk with deer blood
//
i’m spinning circles in the graveyard
lost as last fall’s breath kissing oaks
rolling birch bark tender my mind’s fire
in a dog star cold as a sip of pond water
//
as if dirt was anything but
as if dirt was anything more
//
coyotes in the ribs of coyotes
