shoehorned

headdress for a coup
coolness —- alien june air
mother harangued into impromptu
three days —- national
piled into our small 800 miles
dysfunction sloughs

marriage at this 500th of a second
june is inarticulate
defiles of the truth
like family

mountains recede us
greens drain to grey
anonymously we low
at fair weather
aerodynamic flashes

vague parallelograms angle
shoehorned pregnancies —- edge
of safety feet dangle —- she
flashes emptiness

What I’m Reading:

“Puke yellow pandesal, / sour orange Tang left my throat in chunks / You will feel better now / We’re almost there / The horizon was still far away / I hate enduring”

— Therese Estacion / “Staying Present”