I say blood money when you say collect.

I hand a receipt and a lock tumbles closed.

When proper burial is spoken, what is meant 

is the etchings roots make as they creep.

This is fine art

this box labeled correspondence. All it contains

is private general corporal. Letters.

Address removed. Inscrutable.

I shave my head always over the bathtub

carefully collect my remains. The next day

is the coldest.

We mostly forget to whet it first, 

plunge, hope the bones will do the work

Carbon copy.


Certifiable doubt

or small lines that only approach it.

Hold your breath as you run,

then you have the feel.

In one folder, a fingernail. Clipped.

Place it beneath the camera.