a sheaf of wheat
leaning upon itself—gusts
battering
Melancholy
12/20/20: December Overcast
once again
a shrouded sky—living
inside linen
12/17/20: Internalized Capitalism
making by spending
time and money and desire
until there is none
12/16/20: At 2:43 am
all bound up
into a ball, pulling string
wound around itself
12/12/20: Acedia
each discovered
word—a new pair of shoes to
slide into
12/8/20: Am I Old?
opening and
closing day—the sore hinges
of books and bones
11/16/20: Cassandra Sez
we will emerge to
stand on corners and become
the shadows we make
11/15/20: Crepuscular
the dying gold—
of fall sunset—trees shedding
fiery garments
11/13/20: House Arrest
as I child I pictured
the building imprisoned
without occupants
11/10/20: You Hold Out Hope For the Aliens’ Arrival
and I picture them—
archeologists combing
through ruins
haiku streak 