interpretations of the season wage on
boxing punch drunk under a laughing moon
as sunrise rewrites itself crisp
over yet another diseased landscape
Category Archives: 2021
no. 32
[for the woman of my 30’s]
that last year or so betting against myself:
words misspent wasted that last real conversation in the kitchen
when we each looked through looked past the other
no. 31
stitch a bit of holding pattern
a touch of fluff and flair
jet streams against the yule moon
likes of which only practiced fingers make