Wholesaler of my blindfold / Rubber curtain
My snout brimming with river
Through the exorcism of these sheets
Through submersion of these sheets in rabbits blood
Sopped and strangled bleach / Antiseptic / Goats milk
Resigned myself to the animation of my sheets
A ghost does not understand what is not his uniform
For the ferns I ignited and shook
For the wreath of garlic slung like a gorilla around my neck
Through
the
eternal
drool
of
this
nest
/
This
basket
Of
seagrass
/
This
craft
Turning over / Swigging the icy muck
May you discharge your dirty water
May your ghost find his path to salvation
Bumping into every frail vase and urn
Headfirst
into
any
metal
prong
or
pan
With
likelihood
of
clattering
You will not be steered or dented
By the broom I pummel you with
And I absolve you from my premature baldness
In the fashion of my father’s ski mask
In the fashion of my father’s pentimento
In
my
father’s
bath
of
choked
lice
/
Of
turpentine