Mama, I love you.
My middle name is loose
My nose is running
down the street to the elbow
scraped, dashed
a peppering of blood
blue sky retreating,
mama, I love you
Don’t steal my nose
I have a eleven fingers
up the street
one potata
two potata
three potata
four
five potata
six potata
I can’t stand it anymore

Mama, I Love you
I am a sun of a beast
my name is wiggling
my ears waxing prophetic
all the stock in me
has lost
I’m in a pickle
salty
vingar… a brine of boy
hooded and falling
down. Lundging
bridges covered
falling down
Mama, I love you
the smell of cut flowers
the oak box
your first name is Lucy
you have heaven
under your fingers
up up to the blue sky
come back

Mama, I love you.