playing america in spring

do you think anger is
love divided
into long

sleeps to right
this weight / I cannot
sleep in the dream

of you

I see you
at all the funerals
when my name was good

I haven’t had rhubarb
since grandma died and
your name whitechalks

a tendering softsick

, the virgin mary in
my chin dimple watches

me get outta hand