everyone carefully studying for tomorrow
the heroes and victims
all walking away from the old apologies burning
in a trash barrel a worm in an apple breathes
November should apologize for itself
it is not November I’m hot and there’s the testimony
the neckline
of a purple iris the pressure of beauty
as if all were tousled and an expectation
is the belief that something will happen
a dream is a life downed
for a time awake and now rising
These writings are so urgent. Thank you.