from Human Week

trouble

trouble

trouble

I left

you

a note

in a field

in Carolina

to find

a new beauty

in some terrible

wind-tortured

place

words

bright like nails

a woman

walking

over a bridge

I was the water

the world’s worst

carpenter

love

like nothing

else

from Human Week

wrap a t-shirt

around my head

and head

into battle

the kitchen

a necropolis

of knives

and pale apologies

butt-dials

to co-workers

and my blood

on the cutting board

better believe

I do more

than spread

cream cheese

with these

civil war swords

now put down

that iron

and kneel

to the fucking king

of forgetting

from Human Week

remember when we

searched inside

each other

after playing

Operation

I always

wondered

what shape

hole the soul

would make

it’s down

to Nintendo clouds

or a person

from Human Week

stuck between

wife &

goddamn

I take

the road

with the most

dust

wires crackle

and hum

the grackles

disband

in a black fan

shot-through

with sun

I pretend

is you

heading

south

without a shirt

feeling lonely

but brave

because

you can’t forget

the way

to

no home