October 2021

i search for god but the sun is a penny.
looper moths form halos beneath the streetlamps.
summer’s ghostly curtains. check the weather.
haze. i search for god but the moon is gone.
i search for comfort, and the eels come.
they cross my meadow...

I crouch on grass with wet denim knees,
smoke in my eyes and a cat-scratched throat,
hands cupping the air around a fallen form:

          brown and speckled white
          girl bird with entrails as tangled...