Learning

write about bad things,
the fucking devil in everything.
a serpent beguiling, crooning
on high untouched cedar branches.

write about fake ancient creation then,
my ribs maybe ate a fruit first
but dammit if my wrists aren’t emptier still.
or write about the dangling of halos

crooked on crags where manna blossomed
& some glimmering history got carved
in blood all wrong. the bears could glare me
into ghost if i go know their woods a while.

write the luck out of things & coil
tiny problems all tensely:  this one
or that one; write of tending all the flowers

in Eden forever & how bad the snake problems getting.