we have a large family
and father grew
up in the richer slums in a fine house with brothers
yes he has forgotten their names
along the way "(because there were so many)"
but mother goes on
about a dress with fish imprinted embroidered
photographed or living or touching
the way poorer families
and in the backwing of the ice cream store two boys were arguing
every summer or so
we rent rooms and try to
find out how our blood
is the same.
it hurts "(sometimes more than others)" but to
see the blue
in yourself is more than
knowing yourself in
a big man and spaniel
it is far from purposeful to magnetize the personable planets
can hear names well enough. loudspeakers"