beats us senseless as it beats off .

******* all the wilderness out of the world.

the blue bamboo print on your white shirt
wrinkles me in to
home

(hand over heart) this is a right.
(forefingers to the temple) this is a privilege .
( both hands cupping the stomach) this is a fight for survival.

it mattered.

the salt_white sun.like a flawed promise amidst the chalk.swath of a sky ,the dry cupric oxide around the circles of
city
eyes

a broken baby carriage under the train platform :
a husked substrate for the gathering
ice .

the thing that’s feasting upon the things that are feasting_
the gut cauldron .
the soup of you .