He crawled into my house on all fours, a native
and left walking upright… a waiter
-hair in a ponytail
i pull all the knots from his veins
i go Alex Grey,
give him some beautiful braids…
Kevin.
looks crisp in a button down shirt
at first we were spilling blood
-more blood than church
-more blood than Romans
-more than our government
a one on one war over culture
stand under it.
thunder inside of my kitchen that day
lightning behind his eyes, sky full of rain

i cut out a square where the needle would go
where the egyptian beetle-the scarab, would grow.
open your flower to bees…
wipe off the warpaint and scrape the disease
the land o’ lakes indian gets off her knees
stands behind him, behind her- Poseidon, behind him-Orion
dazzling, madly

I, milton bradley,
full of snakes
whips off his cloth
summons Horus
as paper planes torn from a worn book of Thoth
become starships
and fill my apartment
which one do i start with?
the one thats the hardest to see
if i stand still, i’ll turn into cheese.
Kevin.
the alien… alien native
we stab each other in the mirror,
now we’re related.
blood brothers…
i take his girls butter
and ask for more bread when he brings me my wine
he’s a servant to Park. ave, a slave to the grind…