caught-taut & lenticular (redux)

lodged in the hippocampus
mired in the slipstream
of an articulated faith 

dashed

caught-taut & lenticular
in the shadow of nightmare
a gesture—superheated hands
on the throat 

a child

listless in mid-air
a vise foreshadowing
the pine box
lowered underground

beneath a viral-blood moon
night claws at the dawn

What I’m Reading:

Who am I to light the sky?

— Ty Chapman / “Alone in bed thinking about another breakup”