#24

In a ginger-bake skull home,
an oven hut ash face,
a forest-armed grasp-force
pulling capes near from ghosts.

Why does your mother
keep baking bread with bones?

Scoop the moon like a flour-powdered
loaf off the slate sky,
and find the tiny skeleton
of your ring finger.

Why does the moon keep glowing
even when it's on the slab?

Sweet moon, precious moon,
I will cut you into a million pieces
and you will find light
in the cuts, in the gaps.

#23

The moon is in on a conspiracy--
nothing happens when it is full anymore.

Even the wolfman just notices
some extra tufts of hair in his armpits.

Everything happens now
when it is quarter full, or two-thirds.

Skipping pebbles at the lake last night,
a lady approached me and said

Where did you get my kidney stones
and why are you throwing them around?

and then promptly
dropped dead next to the water.