“The safe-house is not” Series

Then a slit through midnight

Across collar-bone-wide


Doe-scrapes of red cloth

teeth meeting beyond


meaningless things

legs spread for snakes


What we anticipate


The crossing-into

the being-needed.


The being needed to cross

a wide canyon Only darkness


known since birth

birth removed ancient


sac broke into Anxious

ever since Time started


her heart red beetle-tick.




One who is sick sprints

toward the split


with knives ready as a mother


To heave away what ails

the mind but what is one


to cut away The anxious

the bleating goat throat


exposed Thoughts darken

the ground What is one


sliver of steal against ice caps




Sacrificed mind-goat

instead of her arm

red lines are still red


Converse with the hurt-bridge

construct full sentences


Don’t rip a dress or do


because you can Enter what ails


as a herd enters a round-pin

belly full before the blood-let.




Then the through-with animal

raised herself braided sweat


around her choke-hold hole

where we came come and must


enter again The last fucked

midnight It begins




Broke open in a kitchen

the chicken’s soul met its meat


it had to understand What use

have I ever been No useless


chicken Neck stretched

into its meaningless


mother’s mouth again


Bosnia breast-fed her broken

children to death In Texas


one eats a meal before being

light-carried home.




Or not The girl refuses

to eat Fuel her emptiness


with sex The men hunt

deer ready for her Now


the blood scent is gone

they want holes


to bury their boys She’s willing




Or not Sometimes she’s not

ready for the god


in her The woman carries

knives sacrifices her mind


to beautify earth then destroy




The swarmed tribe told the sky


Open It didn’t


The saw prayed No against

The smallest child’s collar-bone




The meaningless happened then


turned in on itself kaleidoscope

of color until snakes tails in mouth


made themselves mean something




Again dressed Again woman

Once child Now taken in

To a room for money Pain


an energy has to go somewhere




The safe-house is not


safe The mesquite hides

tobacco crazed goats


The mind having nowhere to go

invents but forgets.


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