SONNET (FOR ROWBOATS IN THE WOODS)

Are you in-country or incontinent?

Is your auntie’s bedroom an auntie chamber?

Do you fuck the fascists?

What is the rate of error with man-made lakes?

How can I overcome institutional inertia?

Who were the forebears of The Three Bears?

Isn’t the bullet harvested (more or less) the way the potato is harvested?

To the wounded, who insists upon stitching his own wound—‘ok, suture self!’

Why are there rowboats in the woods?

Is it a moon-colored day or a rain-colored day?

Can a bird be both scarf and insinuation?

Why does a person mourn within the apparatus of erosion?

What will our brothers be singing?
What will our brothers be singing, when we return their bodies to the earth?