When my brother was an Aztec
I. Abecedarian requiring further examination of Anglikan seraphym subjugation of a wild Indian rezervation
The gospel of Guy No-Horse
Tortilla smoke: a genesis
Mercy songs to melancholy
If Eve Side-Stealer & Mary Busted-Chest ruled the world
The last Mojave Indian Barbie
Jimmy Eagle's hot cowboy boots blues
The clouds are buffalo limping toward Jesus
How to go to dinner with a brother on drugs
As a consequence of my brother stealling all the lightbulbs
A brother named Gethsemane
III. I watch her eat an apple
Toward the Amaranth gates of war and love
Self-portrait as a chimera
I lean out the window and she nods off in bed, the needle gently rocking on the bedside table
When the beloved asks, "What would you do if you woke up and I was a shark?"
Of course she looked back
Why I don't mention flowers when conversations with my brother reach uncomfortable silences
The beauty of a busted fruit
