No lie!
Need input!
Not ghosting you!

Let Scott equal “I.”

Scott says, “I
asked my team
to pull your records.”

Unlikely, 
the homelife
of water

We wanted to tell someone everything

(or everyone something)—

how large and limp

the leaves were

in the half-sun,

but what is “half-sun,”

finally?

More than a fistful
of stubby green fingers
pushing up through gravel.

With us, it’s about
choices.
How many kinds

Because of your own natural sense of death,
death's stench in the fur, in the follicles, sweat glands,
death in the roots of the teeth, it's right

The radiation machine
didn’t hum. The lights in the room dimmed.

Rads went through my chest
without a word.

THESE ARE THE THINGS WE THINK ARE BEAUTIFUL:
Flames and money with colors. Good thick paper
rubbing between the fingertips like oil.

Sparrow who drags a footlong crust of bread behind him
Sparrow whose head is pecked bald from so many quarrels