the cat
is not
at the house
Sunday, December 28
Tuesday, December 16
gold blown mercy
gold blown mercy
gold with silver sliced
thin so small it crawls
as liquid while
limited so death sucks
down all my mind into
the dark plumbing
soaked thick into
the soil in earth
where glory isn't
where winter scribbles
lonely truths
Monday, December 1
shame
life is shame
walks
nursery is built
bedroom burns
dick jokes at
a baptism
pestilence
time
gold
seriously