Where in Body Is DNA

The vertebrae the riverbed the turkeyat its own beheading digging at all thislife recalls a need to pretend we rememberwhat we wanted in the last life sleet and rustare somehow born from the same coldfarmscape the blood study is under way I’m sorryI cut the thumbs off all your gloves but therewas a point where I began to rummage throughmy life as if through the dark of a stranger’s garagelike a small planet the car sat empty the memoryminor the mirror fogged I’m trying to give youan example: to set something aflame is to push itfrom its current longing. In the farmscapeit is easy to see the rust and machinery lesslike artifact more like statuary the bearingnearing tangible loosely musical as if a bodywinding down had the weight of a piano key