& i have been glancing Thor.
he’s carrying radios
as he consructs the devil
& rips from his baptisms
spit up with gravity
babes of newborn army families.
the wife to arm the man of war
the aurora cries warm birds
& the whale oak or willow at night
& the creatures (dogs) are finally visible
biting the hair tree’s bark off
& nothing wearing even a collar
i just wear my baby’s holler to bed.
i just wear my love’s alarum to bed
& i just wear my clock to bed
& my dreams dock in me
& i sleep with my dreams
don’t tell my dream.