we keep the dog’s teeth
to grow a dragon later.
ancient magic. you would
n’t under stand. the line
breaks / where the words
slice up. the force is antiq
uated but it works.
creaks / fair blood works.
there is a mystery here.
you know there is a mystery.
here. there is something (a mystery?)
something
something you try to peel back but your fingernail is weak,
starts to bend. it is 103 degrees outside and the moon is full.
there is something on your chest you cannot feel. this is your
punishment for the dabbling in what you did not know, did not
deserve to dabble in. a baby babbling makes more sense than
you do now: aleph-eyed, wonder-marked, awe-stuck, struck with
an image angels don’t dare to know–the golden irrational.
the teeth won’t seed.
the dragon stays behind the veil.
the nights stay hot.