LensChain soon

it lyked to eat salmon w/ its
fingers like a bear
and then use those fingers
to clean its glasses
it cried and it looked like a raccoon   I believe
it wanted to cultivate this look

tells me
that suffering
is necessary

with puberty, a kid with a B
average and a cool best friend.
I don’t think I’ve ever understood
how lonely I am, but I was

The procession of taillights lined deep down the logging trails.
Along the way, there was a gentleman arguing with his soul
over his suicide.

An absence emerges, sharp
I regard the whole
practice of it

might do to a boy
with her mouth if she felt
like doing what her mouth
could do? It was
a kind of miracle: the dreamed
impossible—my soul finally called
to my flesh. I didn’t know
what I didn’t know and then I knew.

Here where I strut alone
as glass lies broken by my feet
and a blanket of darkness is slung
across the wooden shacks
of nuetsra colonia.

The first question is always phrased this way:
“So. How much Indian are you?”

then disappointment.
Without heartbreak or break-in.