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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