If I'm Not Putting Something Together I'm Falling Apart
March 30, 2024•64 words
In Virtue's lap
Above Infinity's gaping maw
(Files with write permissions but not read.
A trap door you can't come back from.
Why won't temperatures drop
Without a battle?
My knuckles hurt
Watching the neighbor drop her keys.
I saw your
wheels turning,
My airbag deploying.)
I expect too much
Is what my therapist said.
It was sweet autumn clematis
Gripping the fence rail.