Not enough is said
the long tail curled around your spine
all approaches softened
the surfaces blurring into
inconsequentiality
Commanding silence,
the restless walls slide inward
as you bend gasping
the farcical ceiling tenting overhead
raining your own sweat back upon you
drops wrung from the stone which is yourself
Sickness
even when invisible
is there
is tangible
is a beginning without end
only a Before and After
separating you from those who were not sick
A buzzing fly
pinned between the window pane and screen
smelling petrichor
doubting the rain
(2022)
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