making by spending
time and money and desire
until there is none
making by spending
time and money and desire
until there is none
all bound up
into a ball, pulling string
wound around itself
each discovered
word—a new pair of shoes to
slide into
does it matter if
a plum is purple in word
or color?
what other objects—
besides papers, keys, and socks
slip dimensions?
I think—perhaps—
“falling sleep” undersells
oblivion
pale eye—
its white mirror still so
hot and sharp
storms
unvisiting languish—
modeled but moot
we share
the darkest shame—having
without caring
standing near
the shifting forecasts of rain
and hurricanes