there is no rhythm to the remembering, / no time or space or elaborate calling
words are fraying tethers.
The interior of our childrens schools feel other-wordly now, dare we place a toe over the treshold.
I thought of the end and / I met it for what it was.
hound the ones with rounded edges
it took a year for it / to die, shelled and / alone in a far corner of / the unkempt living room.
descend and dissolve
because I don't / know how to know / it any other way
the thought of it being anything other than a chair scares you.
you have the wicked ability / to paint flowers as death's invitation.