Monday, May 10, 2021

there you go again

It takes a moment—

maybe two— mouthed one thousands as

day catches up to the night,

the patched up tongue and

hangdog eaves riddled with

webs and smoke, the incense 

without an altar, shoeless

gods and hungry ghosts

eying the lip of the cup.

Dribbling over the rim, beading 

down the seeming skins, dribs and 

drabs missed by the darting

licks of language, evidence of

the sin of indifference before

the blessings of plenty, that 

animal attention, blood and appetite 

your restless focus pretending 

at kisses, regifting oblivion.

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