surprise—unreeling
tape, rope, or time never
really loops
Home Life
12/28/20: Perhaps So?
imagine snow—
the smell just before it falls—
as smiles starting
12/27/20: Perhaps Not?
wheeling dreams—
nocturnal sorts—swishing in
a black cup of sky
12/25/20: We Need a Little Christmas
some unlocked something—
green and red memory
tripping tumblers
12/23/20: So This Is Christmas
a dropped Starbucks—
red and green cup crushed, frozen,
spread like a star
12/22/20: Recurrent Digits
some stirred mystery
bubbles through numbers—odd air
erupting inside
12/21/20: Where Someone Leaves Crumbs
walking gingerly
through pigeons, trying not to
spur applauding wings
12/19/20: Can I Be Almost Finished?
fading along
with daylight, sure I’ve said
enough
12/18/20: Memory’s Weight in Rain
they say you’re wet
when you’re wet—no use
regretting clothes
12/17/20: Internalized Capitalism
making by spending
time and money and desire
until there is none
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