POSTMORTEM
faceless fathers
of daughters fallen from sky
empty domes with absolute arches
contort one distance
carves a limbo vision
shrinks another
father’s thumb
swallowed by
collar rot of winged bean
in Papua New Guinea
fathers haunted
daughters hiding what melts
not unlike her insides
drumming
SHELF LIFE
Coiled tongues revel
strike in ribbons
perceive this one as
candy-eyed
tacit collection
rag my face
after the parade
bequeath me to a believer
ALWAYS AFTER THE HUNT
along the line you steal
a bit more on the other side
where breath suspends in old squares
pull the last brick and petal
before the death
soliciting chimps
in the shit cage
pinch off the last vein
and land away at September
erased
