Friday, February 26, 2010

when you get home you're really going to be funny about my own mask.
i wear it.
i'm crazy 'bout this.
this mask and i wear it.
i love you.
and i go sledding with it.


Tuesday, February 16, 2010

madrugada: to Thomas Serrano, turning one & singing

from behind your bedroom door
in the dark of this too early morning
hooting, hissing, drumming the wall
with your heels, rolling

all your words come now:
dog. daddy. cracker. ball.
sounds we attached to things, and that you accept

air: just stuff we made up. not like before
when you would blow your wet speech
bubbles of curdled milk, painting
sleeves, pillows, her neck, everything

foamy white, like some insane depression-era comic
about a frustrated mime:

"speak up kid!"
"lettuces? why din't ya' say so?"

Monday, February 01, 2010