Two-Headed Kitten
Compartmentalize sneers a headache where the head should be
My fortune cookie says ‘you’re the apple of my eye’ my horoscope says ‘stay in bed’ my ‘boyfriend’ calls me the best lay but a blowjob desert I head for Staten Island since we’re portable by ferry
When I lived in Mexico and worked with welders bronze statues came from the wax I left
Sculptures took back the hummingbird who flew through the window into my lap
I saw a conjoined kitten on the linoleum near the laundry where the cat gave birth
I tried to warn the children but left intrigue instead
When I cried ‘gatito con dos cabezas’ I didn’t know the tense for dying never saw who swept
the heads away
Remember how sometimes we’re too tiny for traces
When I was six I stored everything I said under my tongue sucked on a rosehip
drew the waterwheel churning glued teeth with taffy rifled through parental mail
kept duplicates of all my thoughts incase someone asked for evidence
In the bathtub I swim to Staten Island we’re neck and neck
but I beat the ferry by a head what we carry most is not visible
It is so very visible
I Consolidate January to Mean One of Two Stamps
A stillness prepares to join the forgotten in childhood illness,
my little face full of murals in an accidental forest of sweaters
Illness in an abstract chair sending antlers by courier pigeon
Envelopes of pollen, bread, and colored wax
Raise the houses to glide on stilts that storks can mate with
High tide pulls at the paternal armchair
Funnel Alaskan snow into my blue sinus to prepare me
for how the dead return to find another child in their blanket
Caught inside the king's bedchamber nightmare, either every piece
I say is possibly true or my envelopes did not reach you to remember
