Looking at Engines

Ribbon turned wire

In the fireplace

Identical dogs

Rooting in the boxes off the anteroom

There were so many gifts

I found a picture of your parents over the Seine, by the door

Oh, the bridge with all the unremovable garbage with the carved, additive names

I had a dream of a padlock in my sternum like a medal

Oh, maybe happen is less once and more like ripple

I hear you read from the sunroom

Oh, but in my way I'm always in the

Head of something huge and heavy and amazed

I see faces on the surface of the lake

I hate looking at engines, but I love my, I love my

I hate looking at engines, but I love my

Your father eating peach pits like they were smaller peaches

He's never seen the snow, and I don't think he knows what teal is

The brother with the problems tried to fight again

But we all know that I'm too quick for him

I hate looking at engines, but I love my, but I love my

I hate looking at engines, but I love my, but I love my

Baby

Your face like a lake and the lake like a dog

Your lake like a dog and the dog like a house

Your house like a mom and your mom like a face

Your face like a lake and the lake like a grawlix

The lake like your mother, this pillar, your brother's alarmed at my dinner

I hate looking at engines, I hate looking at engines

This burden, your brother strange and loud, a grawlix

I hate looking at engines

Oh, what a strange burden

I hate looking at engines

A lake, a pillow phase, the twins wagging, they stare from the door