there are no toothbrushes in heaven

TRUTH

BE TOLD: I FUCKED UP

WITH TEETH. WHALES

THE ONLY ONES

I GOT RIGHT. & EVEN

THEN, ONLY SOME. I

DON’T KNOW WHY THEY’RE CRYING

—BECAUSE THEY ARE

—CRYING—THAT’S WHAT AN OCEAN IS MADE OF.

 SHARKS LOSE TWENTY THOUSAND TEETH

 IN THEIR LIFETIME. I ONLY LOOSED

 TWO THOUSAND STARS IN THE SKY. MAYBE IF I TOSSED

 EVERY TOOTH INTO THE VACUUM OF SPACE

 THERE’D BE NO MORE OF THOSE DAMNED

 VACATION NECKLACES. THOSE POOR FOSSILS

 HUNG FROM LEATHER CORDS, KNIFING

 THE SANDY PINK NECKS OF EVERY ADAM. PLUS

 YOU’D SEE WHAT I WANT YOU TO SEE

 WHEN YOU LOOK UP AT NIGHT. THEY’D BE ALL OVER,

 TWINKLING. NOT SAVED FOR THE DESERT.

 THAT DESERT. GOD. ANOTHER

 OOPS. MORE PINK

 FOSSILS ARMED TO THE TEETH. TWO WAR

 HEADS FOR EVERY STAR IN THE SKY.

 THE FUSION I FUSIONED FOR WARMTH

 & LIGHT IS GOING TO KILL

 THE UNIVERSE. THE WHOLE OF IT. PERSPECTIVE

 IS EVERYTHING. NO ONE LEFT

 ALIVE MEANS NOTHING

 TO APPRECIATE THE BONES OF EVERY ANIMAL

 I CARVED FROM DUST. RAPTURE

 THE MOST BITTER SOUP.