To The Sea
they stopped sending film crews because it got too real.
they left their shadows here.
the virus started,
when the earth fought back
memories turned
into slip dresses
thoughts of wrists, ink
sudden men—
too thin in the doorway,
looking past M & the culd de sac
to the missionary bells that sound like a hound I used to own.
“I heard freezing to death isn’t that bad.”
the rims of reason are empty
the trailer park on the skirts of Northern Gothic
is in threads—
he wasn’t a saint but he was worth it—
just down power lines in the gloom
beauty that feels.
two star restaurant stillness.
the morning after it went down—
M says: “The birds always know first.”
but he sees birds everywhere now.
Daughter You Cannot Help
I am a woman that never should’ve happened.
I could collapse.
I could again.
I could—
Show me how to kiss without starving.
Look at me, someone made of of salt.
I am confession & closets of wire.
Search for me.
It is a game.
Who wins the street?
Who will run their hands through my hair?
