Notes For Mom

Various explanations can accommodate

I was scared of all the pilgrims—sleeping on the pretty side of the sewer—words about origins seem perfectly alright— praying—talking about the spirits on their faces—clean airplane seats—Yes—Fine—But what do you do?—Do you have a trade?—economic freedom has been rising rising each yammering moon—build more roads/schools/businesses (comment)—later again comment—mountains were never here—my grandpa came from Kunming—faces—my mom walked on glass—she buried letters in the mud—this be where gravity leaves—over and over again I went three days without brushing my teeth—in the closet I found dawn—I folded it over—let it talk—a hope deferred—a storm indeed—go away—people are not friends but close—trying to wave to her—a wave a two way street

why she went into the hospital

having such little wings—one name—dying in the backseat—missing the safety of monitors—the pillars that horses’ silence—the mountains reach so high—other beginnings—my needs eased once I bought a painting—carving a lance out of the white ankled heavens—or a tree—they’re weren’t any trees—it made me nervous—drawing it all on paper to be calm—if you give me a radio tower I will show you the bus stop to the heavens—the curtains raised questions about the bed—calling everyone’s texture geology/chemistry/banking (comment)—later again comment—there is no elevation but within a starved heart—a liver a numb landscape—we need faces—faces will right it

why it made me sad

chalk it up to desire—spreading the universe—this is not a letter home—character blocked all my trances—writing notes about my genealogy—sticky notes—fuck shelves and boxes—enough room for bags—enough space for pushups—being ready to be precious—I keep walking—faces—my neighbors need to take a break for water— they inject chemicals into it—I can only wait long enough—what I come from—that’s greedy—we stayed in chairs/seams/gravity (comment)—later again comment—future tenses of amber slivers— dawn closed the door—eyes to figure out the right switch—its not a collection—I still think—we could—solving it in faces—where we can be together—faces—oblivion or something equally tender—brown hair cut off—the base of a scar—midnight Arizona