the order of thingswhen you first coughed up god,
the cloud dissipated with no explanation;
& so your misery and gonorrhea
clump into an astral object
and the emptied box becomes the property
of a family you barely even spoke to.
necrophilia is not explicitly illegal,
so they will squeeze you into cherry blossom.
when i first saw your body, i wanted to
curl its fingers; pale livery sausage.
punctuated with a butcher's hook,
you simply folded a valley;
death is the spaces between words. or is that dearth