Not Unperturbed
There’s a little bit of listening that has to be
done under street lights
to the voice forever asking— has there been
a death in the family?
May Day is over: vomit-smelling blossom, pale
despite the dark
of plague-pit superstitions, has allowed the house
to rot.
Be quiet. You’ll learn to unhear prayers for
the departed.
Learn closed-curtain traditions. Taste funeral
biscuits, burnt.
Exercise
in the Fourth Dimension
Today my
body is chattering unhappy
(promised walks, the other lies)
jiggles a
leg like a warning rope
ready to climb, climbing…
Wants me to
stop all the preparations
(just get on: work is movement)
but I've
balanced the hours on my back
and
am now too scared to move.
Endings
We
dream differences
to who
said what
the wrong time
could have breadcrumbed us home
or today
their
swimming
in the fog-freeze water
for a thrill
of broken by-law
left them dry warm.
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