according to
what’s required—you’ve lost
another hour
according to
what’s required—you’ve lost
another hour
as if
not having a name made it
smoke
before it reaches
a whir—the sound of a soul
broken
after every
willful wind still some space
remains untouched
cup to wall
listening to a neighbor’s
sonata
mimic songs
stretching through stringed syllables
no space to inhale
needless reminders—
gusts again throwing rain
at windows, nudging
mid-paragraph, my
missed typo surfaces and
dances in plain sight
no
contest—mere limbs and
conjoined twins
home finally
and the city vanishing
behind rain