Sunday, March 29, 2020

a thesis

woke up like I know
except for the gaping middle
a lake? dreams raked
to the edges

star by the top of my mouth
bad sharpie letters
out of my system

jazz plays
the onion again
with the house

Perwana on the onion as home
the peeling
the toppling stone

even a perfect circle
is not safe

the shared sentiment
of the sun