amaze me machine. | home
the unicorn in your room.
I clasp
the grasp
and we bang along
I look outside
where you are only
zookeepers
and photographs
in the halls
and bed wetters
and gossiping on the air conditioner
under that tree in the back yard
where I first told someone else's
first real secret
and felt regret
for the first time
we took what we said for chapels
then left the rest
for your sister
who I haven't seen in seven years
but something gives
me the feeling she's dead.