"Suppose whenever I begin again, it's
to back away from
where this had been:" -R.B. Duplessis Draft 58, In Situ
"[the mad] have crossed the frontiers....and become alien to the sacred limits." - Foucault
Hollygrove
one bullet cased through the regions
carted freewheeling a bursting just beyond
the edge of vital organs, opening skin's lip
pierced as messiah's are, puckered ajoining
this kid's play, a horsing, half-eaten hamburgers
a hardening, when the call comes complete
wards dangers drafting this coiling ear placed
answering some child body bled out cheek
to floor for piece by piece, once blinded
once dazzled by metal, burnishing hardware
all mouths tuned down, this lifetime
a slippery counting back the police car
cradling what you can bear and come to
behold and blessings by fires
spit out: close