1.           I cannibalize my memories and my love.
1.01	     I eat up all my memories.  They change into stories I tell myself.
1.012 	     My dad said you are my most precious treasure
1.013	     Dead leaves and pebbles and broken green glass from beer bottles 
             stack on the corners of the road under guttering water
1.014	     My memories change into the stories I need to tell myself 	and 
             then they disappear.
1.2	     When I love someone I cannibalize them. 
1.21  	     I say I love you to people and part of what I mean is mmm...
1.213 	     part of what I mean is we will devour each other
1.214 	     that's why we disappear.

2.	     I live in an expansive country that is connected to the 			
             different parts of itself and to other countries through 			
             capillaries of different consuming.  Holograms are layered 			
             on top of each other and they leak out of the radio and 			
             shimmer on the TV.  They say to participate in the world is 		
             to consume it.

3.  	     Love is part cannibalism, therefore we eat God's son.
3.1          or maybe cannibalism became part of love when we started 			
             eating your son
3.12 	     God listen to me, because I'm talking to you.
3.13	     You love us and some of the ways I understand and some of 			
             the ways I don't.
3.21  	     On Christmas you became a person and a father at the same 			
             time because you love us.  
3.22 	     You gave us your son and yourself and our life.
3.23	     You made yourself inhabit skin.
3.231        at Christmas I am nostalgic for this so I light candles.  			
             You inhabited your skin like a flame inhabits a tallow. 
3.232        this all happened at night inside of a swollen tired mother.  		
             She was protected by sweet hay smelling animals and stars.
3.233        which makes us sleep better curled up in fragrant  			      
             uncomplicated love.
3.234        After Christmas your son said eat me.  He loves me.  But 			
             this doesn't help me sleep and it doesn't smell good.
3.3 	     Jesus says I have a body in the first place because I love 			
             you.  And I will die because I love you.  Everyone who has a 		
             body dies except for now.  I will make you not die.  I 
      	     will give you my scrawny sweaty body.  It is disposable and 		
             my finest gift.  I was in it and my love's still there.  Eat me.
3.31	     We eat your son because he said here you go.  Therefore, you 		
             made us all cannibals.
3.32 	     No we were cannibals already.
3.4  	     God, I am not talking to you anymore...you hear me?
3.41	     God says eat and drink men and women, you will never 				
             disappear...He says
3.412	     I love you
3.413        and you will not disappear 
3.414        because I love you.


Francis Rose's grief

Francis Rose's letters to God from
when she was: 

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rain and frying meat

old corsages and underpants

It is snowing

people with soft lives want time

the sestina

the sestina's introduction

brittle, cluttered sentences

airplanes are not angels

people talk in fluttering prayers

please don't be a mirror

thin webbing

sodder the minutes together

fields torn off of a green sun

the sky burns with stars

Tractus Love-cannibalism

Francis Rose's sweater drawer