from Losing Miami

                            I designed this mystery to be heavy
grieving against earwigs
    my lived-in routines
I’m desperate for a blow up in my life

                           I catered to threadbearers
because of lack of confidence
    let my fingers be oily
in this surface dream

                           I put my shoulder to my mother’s
hoping for a frog to distract
    us in our TV commercial
we’re a carnival at home

                           water is rising
that’s the obvious
    but the hardest is to concede treasures
to an imaginary coastline

                            I’d be the boyfriend of future-telling
that’s the obvious
    but I set my sponge aside
mark full as full