if fire cracks the mirror
then clouds may part to reveal her face
if night passes like a kidney stone
then the box is returned unopened
if the damp gets irrevocably in
then an unequivocal answer will be found
if the suburbs are raided
then your recipe will be forever changed
if we ignore first principles
then insects will tire of carrying us
I lift the pen but why my eyes slide down this poison face
but the sound of a bird I can’t
the glow of the sun
sinking what
else can I say
I waited too long and they’re already cleaning up so I grab some trash and throw it away they tell me to keep moving
when I slept in the forest those long years between research grants
salad days between immunity and editing
people always said I gave up too easily and mostly through song for some reason but that’s really none of my business you see I’m only paid to write these instruction manuals
leafing at monster cello sorry
it’s these new plant-based teeth
and the weight of this uniform from lack of sasquatch in the spring
did you see it that time like a flash of silver at the corner of your eye but never mind it was nice to see you again and we really should get together and no that’s OK I have utensils at home
decades after saying no the face of the saint as a bookmark
October my face falls like a leaf I bow to Orion
before the day unfolds its face the slow swell of white blossoms
his face the dark landscape before the train stops
other animals 