i move toward snow in May
from here the blizzard of
childhood where a parked car
turns silver -
in this dream i am a funeral bone
while he touches me
i think of my mother
a new bicycle and my brother
the red-sore color of my eyes
how i am too small
for all this
nightmare of blood and urine
G.I. joe & Johnny West
began acting strangley
shortly thereafter
until they mysteriously disappeared
one night on an ice curve
in the trunk
of an ash grey ford