Swollen

You put on a show in my house

Moving furniture to make room for your mat

It must be good to have your world

Rearranged without specific controls

You come on like the wind

Or my mother rolling on the floor in pain

You are one of the elements

It hurts me to wear shoes in your presence

Anna Kavan

was a lonely person and a heroin addict

not evident in her smart appearance

or her stories of unconsciously sculpted brains

she had an invisible enemy

that sometimes took the form of a house

easily turning into a bird

flying to where you are

and dropping something

you say oh this is really meaningful

too bad you didn't notice it yesterday

when you could do more than just talk

about how history depends on the future

The Cereal Eater

you came into the kitchen with lotion

and milk on your face

the window was open, I could hear the exhaust

I never understood

why you carried those bowls around at lunch

and dinner

and breakfast,

why you were so arrogant

in the Chinese restaurant where we met your brother

Was it because I was so young

or that he already knew?

It took me a year and a photo album

to find out for myself,

the relief!

not to have to tell

you