Fences
September 9, 2018•51 words
How fortunate that
anything can pleat along
unhitched lines; these
American movings
at all hours, freighting
those hard-won chances
with whomever might
inflammably persevere.
Come, know anyone today:
muddle your torqued
convalescence, give them
generous comparisons
now here but not
parroting another flesh,
within the whittled stance
of a fragrant heart.