she

who has visions of silence

while everywhere everyone is happy asleep

this space is full of moon

his whiskey heart beats ghosts aside

“no-bones” he calls them

easy

today is underfelt and underscored

crumpled, a little like my undressing

this girl likes sundays

she likes god

to happen on sundays

and god

to happen in the spaces between

everything

and god to happen on rainy days

it’s done

and done in puddles

this book is good and hard

and it is thrown and it is sexual

above me a red and shiny and intimid child