from Echo, Robin
10.
I am no
jewel
thief
cutter.
I am not mine my red
haired else.
10.
Some say no I say
how tall I am can be frightening &
how I pull my false teeth out
how I mourn by fire and arms
how I am a baritone &
how my house is all too small.
11.
An evidence:
In order for someone to do this. In order
for someone to do this here—in the water.
To make this all make sense, I would need
to be doctor. I would need a patient finger,
and with mosquitoes.
11.
An evidence:
This was an act
untouched by polish,
but rough.
12.
An eavesdrop:
At the third rustle I heard a shot
and took off running. Dry whistle & pop.
Where we had previously seen men. What men do.
With men.
12.
An eavesdrop:
A noise that is all together frightening.
In an other octave of speech—bang.
Mosquitoes gather my trail
up.
13.
My lost
teeth with what in them.
I so imagine my boy.
I so imagine
shoestring.
Here, to the neck, I am hidden.
Up to the throat I am sand.
13.
What went in
boys.
These are rumor,
then these, story.
I find an altered road,
wouldn’t this have, at one time, lead a place?
All lost indentations.
Toothsome cavity.
14.
Why watery
three.
Why the shift and start
of our lucked meeting.
I can your town.
In this space I am
hidden all my dead.
14.
I am a single remembrance
By walking me remember
By waking me, I turn
slight, over.
15.
Could I become a
strange fern-line?
If I was ever here, any way.
The boys
arranged
in three.
How once, at the start they
bolted and I like a start, was.
My three boy
were ever me
and boys.
My other father
share. My other
I am.
15.
Could I & not know it?
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otoliths |
moria
Anne Heide