that girl said
acid makes me this
a clot is all wrong
believe in animism
that girl said she was last seen
late light appears in a liturgy
of jokes in the rear she was lasting
like the one of my mind through the news
about unnamed drones where that girl said
of the particle
hotwiring its need to crash
the sky to micro
sweet trench to recollect
she was last seen
tonight in a surge
of beauty of monarchs
we outlive into breeze
I will name you where are we if you see it
something gathers in
& tell you through there's a reward
of eagles' eggs for abiding
in impossible going dear
a vision of the whole
who drink too much, who piss in the lawn, who talk tenderly
to your wife. Your daughter’s eyes: eternity.
All night you try to to get used
down as mercy holds little sparrows over the house.
cling to her bedroom ceiling to make it a universe
in which no one’s missing.
Bill Neumire’s first poetry collection, Estrus, was a semifinalist for the 42 Miles Press Award. His new poems appear in Harvard Review, Beloit Poetry Journal, West Branch, and Nashville Review. He is an assistant editor for the literary magazine Verdad and a reviewer for Scout.