Day.
Knows
how it can be.
The sunshine threatening
these foggy leaf soaked mornings.
The business of being
busy is what brought us here.
Tracks in the grey gravel.
We used to flatten the heads of presidents.
Her pelvis like a window
shards .
My bones like a monastery’s
wooden floor
groaning.
Day.
Hugs the night in a
compact fabrication.
Our treaty a familiar
rebuff.
Day.
Pinpoints
in a blank-out.
Not to be confused with a blackout.
Knows
how it can be.
The sunshine threatening
these foggy leaf soaked mornings.
The business of being
busy is what brought us here.
Tracks in the grey gravel.
We used to flatten the heads of presidents.
Her pelvis like a window
shards .
My bones like a monastery’s
wooden floor
groaning.
Day.
Hugs the night in a
compact fabrication.
Our treaty a familiar
rebuff.
Day.
Pinpoints
in a blank-out.
Not to be confused with a blackout.
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