Looking at Engines

Ribbon turned wire

In the fireplace

Identical dogs

Rooting in the boxes off the anteroom

There were so many gifts

I found a picture of your parents over the Seine

The bridge with all the unremovable garbage with the carved additive names

I had a dream of a padlock in my sternum like a medal

"Maybe happen is less once and more like ripple"

I hear you read from the sunroom

And in my way I'm always in the head of something huge and heavy and amazed

I see faces on the surface of the lake

I hate looking at engines but I love my

Your father eating peach pits like they were smaller peaches

He's never seen the snow and I don't think he knows was teal is

The brother with the problem tried to fight again

But we all know that I'm too quick for him

I hate looking at engines but I love my baby

Your face like a lake and the lake like a dog

Your lake like a dog and the dog like a house

Your house like a mom and your mom like a face

Your face like a lake and the lake like a grawlix

The lake like your mother, this pillar, your brother's alarmed at my dinner

This burden, your brother strange and loud, a grawlix

Oh, what a strange burden

A lake, a pillow phase, the twins

Wagging they stare from the door