all of it—you say—
borrowed, no care to interest
or repayment
all of it—you say—
borrowed, no care to interest
or repayment
print becomes
ink and paper pulp that
currents dissipate
stationed
in a room created for
apprehension
looking to sprout
amid fall leaves mulched by rain
one year ago
the earth itself
loses its scent, and who’s
awake to notice?
try—however
impossible—to separate
wear from scars
notice first
the very well polished
boot on your neck
my sister leapt
like words, her form transformed
into love
great blocks of cheese sit
waiting for carving into
edible pieces
according to
what’s required—you’ve lost
another hour