Wednesday, February 10, 2021

Shorts/Shrugs

Morning:

I asked my mentor 

to send gifts of time

(I have no mentor)

(I barely have time)


Noon:

if the moment comes 

it will be innominate

when the cure comes

I'll seem unsentimental


Night:

we think only of bones 

now afloat in this stew

while we thank the flesh 

caught anew in every bite



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