by the kitchen sink
By the kitchen sink Hollow breath, ranging mind Near the edge The fields making up everything they are made of nothing they are what makes thing a human body Hollow breath, ranging Staring at raccoon washing paws in snow Wishing to be on that roof Hands numb with crystalized water Fractally fracturing Time Body Space Intersection What am I right now This jaggedness Stopping me without another body nearby to shake the attack Knuckles aging faster than fingertips Heart left behind somewhere Maybe on the subway Not sure Why haven’t I learned it all by now? (Lucy Rupert, February 26 2025)