3

Dog your Christ
shoulder to the window.

Crash through the stained-glass
architecture of the river.

Poke your animal profile
out from the sudden darkness

of your body.

Whittle a revolutionary
doll apendage and axe

your way through the dream
catcher of intestinal cable.

Imagine your ribcage
a hot oven mitt, now

grab ahold of something risen.

Focus on the space
just above your forehead

and forget about that
first batch of cookies.

Your milk-mustashe
will lead you to the mummy-oder.

This is where the unravelling occurs.