the sun pale milky a dead fish eye obscene sclera the sky wan as weak excuses empty platitudes mornings start out tired and degrade from there this pastel more opaque than you’d think displacement of clarity can’t see known things all day a grainy sad sunset sore-throated atonement the wind made corporeal and punishing
Even the question marks start to look like contour lines— how good are you with a compass and map? Just when can you call a place familiar? Does your stomach also drop when you step off the trail and make your own alone across faceless rocks? Not in fear per se more weightlessness in walking away from the final constraint and either way is that choice still immediate or is it blunted by practice? And […]
The sun becomes a scarlet wafer just before it dips into the lake and starts to dissolve and stars shine through the theadbare night one unified light made piecemeal too hot to sleep when dreams arive they come on fire from across the water that doesn’t disclose if it is deep or shallow
OPTIONAL POETRY 