he’s been
telling me about the roses
shut up
shut up shut up
I don’t
want to hear the name
he’s been
telling me about the hoses
shut up
shut up shut up
I don’t
want to hear the name
check the
facett check the boiler
check the
iron check the oven
check the
door check the lock
doublecheck
doubleshock
the
gardener’s not really a gardener
the son is
not really a father
the
beginning is not really the end
I can move
my cellphone with my eyes on the book
I can talk
to jesus with my hands on the meathook
he made me
a stranger
in my own
house
he gave me
a list of names
now I’m
stuck in this place
eating
lactose-free meat
with a
wooden spoon.
but I have
a needle.
and a
lifeful of time.
a needle in
the father’s eye
a spear in
the son’s thigh
do it by
the book
hands on
the meathook
what I
believe in
I do
believe in
are you
tapeing
are you
receiving
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