from AXE

Our neighborhood song birds have tried

every way to get sober, men in the trees

doing currency, this many fingers go

to a monthly storage unit. Even I know

you guys will be open to something today.

1973 Apple Orchard

with White Tail rims

Brand new Meteor Shower

with Happy Ending

Everything in my Meat

Freezer’s got to go. You guys’ cars’ noses

nuzzling each other, establishing

boundaries. This is several generations

of mimosa enablement, cigarette trees no one bothered

to prune, late blooming aneurysm and star

of Bethlehem when some woman someone used

to know planted her feet. I know everybody

has different names for these. Sweetheart Straps

are just Bitch Seat Accessories. Fifteen is kind

of a suggestion. I will spend everything I have

if it means I have something. You guys know

what it means when I get fired.

from AXE

You are crouching in pink camo, this is not what I wanted

to be split down the middle. I was thinking artificial

voice was a bonding mechanism. Whose baby are we thinking

we left out there, to remain outside, a learned skill

getting slightly darker on its belly. Migration is thinking

of any gendered child saying their good mornings.

You need some repetition and a little ground cover.

You need to do more than measure the hinges.

Sometimes this pole barn gets so full of detriment that I think

all my crafting days are over. I teach the animal not

to look like anyone else in this family. I watch for planes that might

have enough room for us. The smell of laundry when someone loses

their voice long enough; this is all I am saying. I watch that feather

settle down, the one beneath it still angling.

from AXE

Dorky birth has a razor scooter young

enough to be your cargo; this is beer

you share with neighbors while this is less forgivable

criminal activity. Briefly we are used

to pumping water and later

in the evening looking for whoever’s daughter

slipped a track outside of the money.

God bless you for shingling

the money with something waterproof

the girl with studded pleather

the activity with a constellation

of older women with houses they need

to rebuild themselves. A larger kid who is riding

his sister’s silver tasseled bicycle thanks

gravity, thanks everybody who kept an eye

on the grass while it mended.