SAWN
I find you in creep across 
      the embankment stop alone cutting snow open 
      the road with my small red Honda how 
      blinking the high beams stop shall signal 
      filling up my tires in Keokuk 
      are you travelling far stop yes 
      stop how the sky that day 
      how yes it was stop no 
      I was prismodic in the window the blue 
      was a blank stop feeling stop routing 
      photo with the number up how I almost saw 
      or imagined seeing on I80 a deer 
      and its companion in grey cartwheel 
      down the hill stop one of them 
      into the right lane stop my well-timed swerve 
      renewing me the rearview spire 
      in my windshield transferred 
      the deer off the silver Prius hood 
      I knew what to look for when I saw it 
      without having to exit stop to 
      re-enter the car in order not to have caused 
      I know the gesture how the deer 
      echoed off the hood and ran the lanes 
      dizzy like soap circling the stop 
      of a tub because stop before 
      you stop I lay on the bathroom floor 
      all night could not throw up 
      I put the blood back in the embankment 
      ran the animal backwards stop 
      forwards in Keokuk stop in the windshield 
      transferred the deer a bigger particle than 
      I knew what I was looking for I saw 
      the tiny cuts of headlight headlight 
      lane pronouncing the animal 
      dead stop away stop 
      I can be a beast in any direction I say 
      when the sun came at you like that 
      it made a prism a little silver 
      lecture something ceded squared 
      how the car is like the porch of a house 
      a place to live where in every iteration the 
      smoke the eyes of the head run 
      differently, what coming up next 
      to this silver feeling stop I 
      prayed to be taken 
      by car to the next day stop the sky 
      was a near carrier and I 
      was made of smoke stop the sun 
      was a little prism a strong-jawed 
      afternoon is this what it is to swing 
      your feet is this what 
      it is to run out to the road the sky 
      is a thinking stop 
      feeling stop good use of matter I 
      saw you on tenth on ninth 
      on I80 I saw you run and 
      saw you collide, I saw your breath 
      a beach ball a silver tunnel I 
      drove and kept at it I could not 
    be carried this is just a resting point 
        
        
        
        
        
        
    IN WHICH
it was dif 
ficult to val 
ue spe 
aking . 
it was a g 
      ood d 
      ream bec 
      ause no one w 
      as al 
      lowed to disa   gr 
      ee with me . 
it was a go 
      od walk 
       , for fun , throu 
      gh the mall in th 
      e midd 
      le of the 
      air at nigh 
      t . 
i he 
      ld a bas 
      eb all ba 
      t . 
i never m ea 
      nt to u 
      se it . 
everyone says su 
      ffer by what th 
      e fog could 
      do to you . 
the ques 
      tion bei 
      ng if you’re qu 
      iet why sh 
      ut up . 
come up ro 
      ses in a ro 
om i co 
      uld not get ou 
      t th      e walls. 
the 
      ir pale ribb 
      ons of lig 
      ht          frow 
      ned . 
i did not fr       
      own on th 
      e bed  be 
      side you . 
i waited till the ne 
      xt morni 
      ng . 
when i frown 
      ed it was lik 
      e a drum beat do 
      wn on the top of m 
      y head with the 
      force of 
      cylinders . 
everything slid 
      ing e 
      very which 
      way . ever 
      ything nee 
      ding to be baffled 
      by som 
      eth 
      ing . my own 
skin going de 
      ep down in 
      side m 
e with velcr 
      o and nerv 
      es . 
the tast 
      e of the counte 
      rtop fresh abo 
      ve my lips . 
where my hea 
      d went down 
      in sharp lit 
      tle crum 
bs. wher 
      e i though 
      t i hear 
      d wat 
      er . wher 
e i waite 
      d act     ually be 
      side you i 
      n the apa 
      rtment. 
where you pus 
      hed m 
      y head dow 
      n on the linol 
      ium coun 
      ter . 
it w 
      as like i borrow 
      ed skin from th 
      e air arou 
      nd me . 
parts of m 
      y face were bei 
      ng stuck on by pins . 
when i was you 
      ng , at the mo 
      vies , a boy plu 
      cked a feather fro 
      m the zippe 
      r of my je 
      ans . 
he put the fe 
      ather in his tee 
      th . he put hi 
      s teeth in my he 
      ad . 
i left the mov 
      ie . i became tha 
      t boy . 
everything he t 
      hought i th 
      ought too . 
in the mo 
      vie a wom 
      an was mur 
      dered on a ta 
      ble . 
don’t cha 
      se after hi 
      m everyone sai 
      d  . eve 
ryone s 
      ays the inter 
      ior is 
the ex 
      terior . ev 
eryone s 
      ays your bliste 
      r is mine . 
if your friend s 
      ays feath 
  er you al 
      so mu 
      st mea 
      n feat 
  her . 
the mot 
      ive must 
      h          ave be 
      en abou 
      t me 
      in the the 
      ater bathro 
      om where i wa 
      s every op 
      en stall do 
      or . 
at the fron 
      t of a room be 
      ing toward 
s and aw
ay . towards under
standing and again 
      st anal 
ysis . i was not li 
      ke you . 
i felt everyth 
      ing I’d hear 
      d of racing arou 
      nd in me . 
i learn   ed th 
      e          mov 
      ie and its sound 
track .
i wa 
      s frowning al 
      one in my ap 
      art        ment . 
watchi 
      ng the moon be 
      gin to land . 
feeling vertic 
      al withou 
      t des 
      ire . where thin 
gs uprig
ht we 
      re flying 
where thing 
      s collaps 
      ed we 
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