A Collection of Eyelashes on Paper
If I blew them off the page
they would haunt me tomorrow,
follow me to the courtyard
where my son
where my son
pokes a fish with a stick
and I have to tell him
and I have to tell him
about the dark boat
that milked a galaxy
that milked a galaxy
into my heart.
My counsel will be clear:
My counsel will be clear:
he will take the blood-pouch
from inside the fish
from inside the fish
and pierce my name
on his arm in owl-scratch script.
on his arm in owl-scratch script.
