the son i never wanted
wants his body back
calls for a name a hand a heat grate
two walls and a basket
of books and the eyes of
a wicker chair to kaleidoscope
when you stare
the son I never wanted
wants a marble named Mario
that train set mom gave away
the lost gray waves of the tug boat
the steely chop-chop-chop
cold wavy-waves of the great lake chopping
at the chill-blink of sky
the wave before the wave after
and the wave to come
the wave
upon which he head-butted
the shore --
O little one
for the smoothed green stone
and the blue beach-glass prize
for every Leland stone for every
pinprick fossil for the footsucking
edge-of-the-surf sand-suck
it was nothing
wants his body back
calls for a name a hand a heat grate
two walls and a basket
of books and the eyes of
a wicker chair to kaleidoscope
when you stare
the son I never wanted
wants a marble named Mario
that train set mom gave away
the lost gray waves of the tug boat
the steely chop-chop-chop
cold wavy-waves of the great lake chopping
at the chill-blink of sky
the wave before the wave after
and the wave to come
the wave
upon which he head-butted
the shore --
O little one
for the smoothed green stone
and the blue beach-glass prize
for every Leland stone for every
pinprick fossil for the footsucking
edge-of-the-surf sand-suck
it was nothing
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