I feature my mother
I buy a toaster that prints her face
it toasts only in places
and is some effort
to line up the parts
some of mom
but some of me
and some of you, asleep
and some of my brother
if I had a brother I’d pray
I’d feature myself in him
and that the same day
asleep in us would glow
and find us in one another
you asleep I carry in me
and my feet cull my tracks
I feel in the forest
when there’s no one around
I future our grain
follow its lines to fruit
if I helped my brother
I’d take his hand up the subway stairs
we’d get off the Q train together
and he would be a forum
to talk about our states
we’d have waited for the train
and talked about
that woman I loved after she died
Elizabeth said she’s real nice
Elizabeth who I love and her dog
who smells me and knows me
partly for Elizabeth I’ll furrow
in that dead woman’s work
I’ll cave and cave again
when her poems permit it
I follow her line to forest
I remember its room
here after I’ll think of it
and still be where it is