12/31/20: Resorting

all the shouted

news finding ways back

to silence

12/29/20: An End

surprise—unreeling

tape, rope, or time never

really loops

12/23/20: So This Is Christmas

a dropped Starbucks—

red and green cup crushed, frozen,

spread like a star

12/17/20: Internalized Capitalism

making by spending

time and money and desire

until there is none

12/12/20: Acedia

each discovered

word—a new pair of shoes to

slide into

12/9/20: Poe’s Law

does it matter if

a plum is purple in word

or color?

12/8/20: Am I Old?

opening and

closing day—the sore hinges

of books and bones

12/4/20: Mr. Wittgenstein

just wondering if

words like “dusk” and “dawn” truly

mean what they say

12/1/20: Unconsciousness

I think—perhaps—

“falling sleep” undersells

oblivion

11/28/20: New Routines

the pullover

you’d rather wear—threadbare

at the elbows