I didn’t mind
There’s a spot on my glasses it’s
my father mind-boggling both of us
the memories are none too good
myself for that non-remembering or
is it the way to swim around
comforting or in this case
heterogeneous collapsing of things
too few dominoes stop-stopping
I’m when you said pray for the children
We got closer to what was the moon.
Sulfured apricot on the horizon line.
Our train behind two freight trains and late again.
All the silos in the night and the lakes around them.
Their silver doubles in the water.
What I wanted was the conductor.
His framing beard. A man in uniform porn.
For the bathroom door to rattle with our bodies fucking.
None of the passengers knowing.
All of their shoes asleep and cream-colored.
All of the bridges in the dark connecting what?
Mock fish or the flashing comets of the unfinished sun.
Stung raw & open, stung closed.
Is a dandelion trying to poke through a parking lot.
Interruption, Fear lets us take you into our arms for quick fucks.
When I say core I mean heart: