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forget this introduction,
it is flawed, and in it it would seem
that the suns have not resolved,
the air has not become the atoms
that we said.
still frozen, this will creak upon us
and break the lines of our division
and derailments, the promises
stuck on stitches and bereaved,
we tumble down,
and what is left are towers
that we built wrong, the gravity
is even less than we had scryed,
the literal a little less than
we imagined.
it is flawed, and in it it would seem
that the suns have not resolved,
the air has not become the atoms
that we said.
still frozen, this will creak upon us
and break the lines of our division
and derailments, the promises
stuck on stitches and bereaved,
we tumble down,
and what is left are towers
that we built wrong, the gravity
is even less than we had scryed,
the literal a little less than
we imagined.
Literature
lightkeeping
As you pick up the lantern in front of you, you find it filled with a busy, buzzing flurry of lights. Somebody stuffed fireflies into this one - not the proper thing at all. You unfasten the latch, open the door; the little bugs stream out gratefully. They bathe the wayside in a faint glow for a moment, then vanish in the pitch-black of the Long Night one by one.
You settle down cross-legged and gently put the empty lantern onto your lap to dream up a star.
Literature
Opalescent
Opalescent
puddles shimmer aside pick-ups
and diesel engines resting
in the lot of a local diner.
The highway rumble fades
to jukebox country and patron
chatter past glass doors
smudged with the syrupy fingerprints
of apple-cheeked children.
There are no leftovers; everyone
leaves full or happy or contemplative,
eyes on the sky or head tilted
down, gazing into oil slick rainbows
and seeing entire worlds.
Literature
sandpapered
even after I polished myself again
and again I still
splinter. by now I am flatter than I ever
planned, but I guess that's not enough
(the last time someone stepped on me they
still bled. they told me that saying
sorry wasn't going to fix the wound so I
swallowed it back, ran sandpaper through again because
what else could I do?
and now I'm not sure if I'll ever stand up again)
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