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)
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