from Scroll


             

To eat Elvis, draw Elvis

on a cookie, then bite


To eat eyeless

men? A cartoonish submarine into which


no one may fit?


The image is all

that needs


changing


Slathered in streetlight


your painted cheek is pretty as snow


The outline you give your eye, as if it were

to draft itself


An essay on seeing


The manmade lens


The whole human in fact “manmade”

inside the bright lab of another body


Unfollow the turtle onto whom has been soldered wheels


There is a carrot yet to be peeled

A carrot yet to rot


despite a name’s smuggling


A speed bump inside oneself


Get over it


To specify “goldenrod” or “canary”

To un-narrate a story turning “I” into a slit

other words will sew up


Healing was bound to come

its little possum nose sowing night into the field


the moon disrobed


just earlier


while I sat looking for the poem

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