Month: September 2023

how to explain/how we/in

impossible

ambition/purposing rejection/draw

and redraw pentacles

on the doorstep/bring

midday no

longer to the middle or off to

one side/as betrays the

deep valley’s toll/a reversal

of violent

senses/a bickering

reformation/to believe

in the nothing

connections/the

corrections of wary

content/contented to

recount a fragrant

breeze/if

friends/if their

dialogue that runs

in circles/that

massage our broken

fingers/in the

brooding

nest/where mythical

children

sit all the way

down

Our favorite

brothers? Tell and

telling, carry

minutes up and over.

Run past the

bishop’s hill. Trace the air, blinded by

photons. Or remember

butterflies in a box, but

the box isn’t real,

so.

So stand to tell

the day go to hell.

Gather under

the pews while clocks lose track of time. How the day

owes us nothing but

vacated promises. So the

accident of breath

at the back of the

throat. So the need to have wings instead

of arms, an ageless fiction

inspired by hospital dreams

when the moon

goes down.