139 / times up

139 / times up / first fall tang on the tongue / our fingers vaseline stained / cant forget the clock canting facewise facefirst / damocles like / on a wretched afternoon late holocene / sure feels late

violence prevention / and such / flailing at air / failing / falling like so many leaves / guns

hegottagun shegottagun theygottagun / what about us who do without

thick impastos of blood / what

sure feels late

is late

What I’m Reading:

It takes a calendar one damp day to
declare fall,
weeks of dying mums to second the motion.

— Lance Larsen / “Backyard Georgics”