notes to the unborn (ostara)

though it’s the vernal we’re wearing fall (this too
a symptom) what’s underneath is meaning’s
dictator (palimpsest, topography giving rise to
definition

the way ghosts give fever

a terrible reliance on the gaps
in syntax, the abandoned, that
look in your eyes

holy. a misuse of candles . the way
the mattress dips in the middle
after years, a cradle after so long

destroy the linear, hand
over hand, a ribbon (time) folded
now touching 1977, warp
and weft of a god’s loom

(this) is not a commentary on religion

no more yeast! no more frankincense!
the boy will grow into a ram
with or without our starred intervention.