dreamcatcher

i am the rat king, writhing

scripture in the skin

the lotus flower

petaled up in your pocket 

shedding form to witness

the chapel of your disarray

combatting drunk dog scavenging

for sinner's flesh,

dosed of strawberry moon

in teaspoons, not torrents 

born and die by kind strangers 

bookended by the borrowed

over and back and through

the lemon tree and the tessellating tide

forging weapons against

parasitic twins, that set ablaze 

old cars and department stores

blue-thread tether 

rising through still waters

for first light's first breath, to sever

the aberration of my birthright

bloodborne malice and

floorboard ruts hard-treaded

drown

under mirrored skies, on radial time

you say my sister's baby 

will be fine

and the woman with the goats

has demons, but she is harmless. 

gold-banded truths, and mirth

lavender fields

and miracles, in eye of honeycomb,

God

in eye of cyclone, diverging 

two worlds on tip of nose

pink-kissed communion cups,

and the tunnels under the city,

and the city inside the tunnels,

by brush of copper-cursive sun

pervasive prophecies of orange sweaters

full-bodied quiet and old souls,

following railroad among satellite,

and wine-colored shadow,

blushing peach and patient landmine

well-rationed and soft-voiced,

a sacrifice to hold my fractures

half-fed, drunk

and full