under mind the matter
lies deeper remembrance
is for rue
the fastest way from school
crossing the good
doctor's yard
he holding the needle lies
deeper than the mind telling us time
would shrink blue persuasion smoother than
a baby's butt one little two
little indians good
little indians the good doctor
telling us we were
feathers dancing the wind flowers
spinning the deep
pond dragging the darkness smoother than a needle
in vein we'd seen the chalk
words the black
board the other
doctor telling us people turned
to dust and saints
always take the fastest
way home crossing
the good doctor's yard
but the other doctor telling us
that back was long a long
lawn and deeper
than rue than fear than blue
than years than
words white chalk yellow
dust black
board crimson velvet in the good
doctor's basement dancing
a storm he telling us one
little two little
just for us just between
us keep it yellow photographs
remembrance is
for rue in a glass tube in a metal
cabinet under dust under
mind under needles
saints words
lies
you don't let me read my poem I'm
gonna have to blow off your head can't
say he didn't warn her though months
went by as the bullet journeyed through
her lower lip the fence of
teeth the palate and
the little backdoor V of neck and hair
then week by week the other students
watched the slow
writing spatter on the wall calcium
follicle bone a zodiac
of blame flung
out against the black
board
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