Out of the blue, avalanches pulled trains
into the ocean. Your father got distracted
while coming undone & the people—
they watched his descent, void of guilt.
There’s a reason you hate fortunetellers
& examination. They instruct: Never kiss
a throat so soft. Avoid September favors.
See if you have your father’s red headache.
You burned too much space & the world
got a little smaller. Painting oysters
only goes so far if you keep swallowing them
whole, sitting on tea-colored pews.