Is my small written

How many ways God said to shoot through something example near and shot through with light

least of all light and near what I’m personal God said with how I use my shots my water my

streambeds I’m thinking about shot through with shallow a kind of light reserved for bobcats

crossing stream in secret how I use the growls my creatures make some who growl even in dreams

some who come snake-bit rather than shot some who drown in water I thought safe and the

matter of letting things small me that starts when I give each a body to touch drink and

move with won’t it easily die no not entirely then shoot self-same body through with song

with language esp. sentences moving toward their looping endpoints some who use them like

water some paw in them shallows or fashion from them elaborate wings feathers are where I

spent good time yet buckshot brings them down from sky like fat purses of my time among

the number that move themselves languidly in and out of crosshairs those shot through of

membranes around wrist bones whose thinnest parts easily snap by those is my small written