confucius said gentlemen
surround a question
w/ blankets to quiet
the bias
your lost twin
the bed
on which you sit
to grow dust—
we got brushed
year of the sheep
top of the drake, 1929
the building affords us
the world. can you hear
me piss in the blue
toilet? here
the poem falls
apart, in the blue
come to. what
used to be's a you,
national geographics
stacked up, say,
from back when, for
what. you
can't just say that
about life. you
can't just dig a sorry
park, not sorry, for
the starved grip. i
curl out of the you
to try to find you,
and my face breaks.
the books: reptiles
descend from birds
and the real estate
boy flies. if money's
the mommy to loot
all heart, keep just
moving, please, moving
into what you say so
(for my brother)
