4.11
We were fleeing the killer in the mansion
Under the moon's sterile searchlight
On wet prairie grass between my fingers and hands
You were licking me in the stomach, yelling
Pokeweed, Lamb's quarters, Meatball
Sandwich, Meatball Sandwich, Nazareth--I asked you to
We entered the forest's weird rooms
And snatched as much Sudafed as we could
Every two trees a doorway, a thread of spider silk the lintel
Carrying the structure's weight, the nuclear sequence
Initiated in lady eggs
I let my knife into the leaf mold, it
Was something I had to do. Mathew? Mark?
Yes. Luke? No. John? Yes
You wanted to stop at the front door
To change your clothes, your mother was there
But the killer seemed pretty focused on you
You asked me to put you in a suitcase so I did
White Pine Needles, Soloman's Seal, Spiderwort
One version being a column of fire
Expanding the limit of your endurance--Nazareth
Butterfly weed, Mayapple, vital jelly
In an apparatus of poison, flowers
Made of blah blah blah, fire and the field
A lighthouse in the yellow fog
I kept pushing through the branches
On a reef made of ship bottoms, walking
Through mounds of sassafras and rising insects
Where constellations rust on long ruined axes
Lord Jesu thou didst bow Thy dying head upon
The tree, this not a prayer without your following
O be not now / More dead to me! Word
Without from which the word
I pissed myself in a blackout in the land of doors
They booted me from the library, that's alright
Morel, Puffball, Turkey Tail
Where does one find enough
Blood to turn back the fire?
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