ant5

may

be

rain

may

be

me

bird

notes

the

sun

god’s

name

it was

a cicada

shell

that

fell

low tide clean trash

up among the dawn stars her dreaming hand

Aquarium sharks smiling at someone else’s child

A few more deaths I pause and carry on

Funeral home feeling nothing about feeling nothing

Her bag of blood ripped open sky

Cheese tasting the moon I cling to