it's a fact in the course of things,
like iodine in dried seaweed.
men in nicely pressed collard
shirts pick up their kids from school,
watching a lover clip their toe nails.
it's a fact in the course of things,
the sparrows building their nest
the city reeks of dust and
mouths agape we breathe in
the ashes of effigies.
text not sent,
calls not made,
faith in the faithless.
it's a fact in the course of things,
like a stone ground to dust by
a waterfall,
I am too ground to dust
by the column of air
which holds up the sky.
a drifter in malaysia smokes a
cigarette he found on the ground.
the dead girl ******* on video.
right in the palm of your hand
the world is made or broken in
your intestines,
it's a fact in the course of things,
your lost thoughts pool in a
pit somewhere until it's full,
and then you can swim across.
I'll never have children.