When I was a child with a just-dead dad,
I sat at the kitchen table after my mother
and brother had gone to bed. I was afraid
what's the difference between the nameless limbs
what's the difference between the raising of the hand
and the raising of the money for the bombs
I want you to fuck me in the field with the flowers
Press me against the
corn flower - red clover - sweet alyssum
They whistle before telling us a lie.
We’ve grown weary of Greats.
We’re almost dead, almost alive.
We wish for the energy to daydream.
