BROTHER, I BUILT THIS DIORAMA
OF MY NIGHTMARE INSIDE A SHOEBOX FOR YOU
I needed a moon,
but there wasn’t one. I poked too many stars
with a sewing needle. There are 70 acres
of coconut flakes with green food coloring,
but I don’t know if we ever make it to the edges.
We can’t see
our mother with a paring knife
looking for the bad spot.
At first, I think we are the pond
made of aluminum foil, but I am
you with a clean face. I am you without
your favorite heels and I am running.
a man yells faggot in red puff paint.
Here is the gap in the fence
made for your body.