Stalagmite Letters

We ran riot through the archives—

Harpies with sharpies and scissors
Obliterating collections into piles

Of pages triangular—
Shards and screeds.

(Pursuit of knowledge agnostic)

Accretions of stalagmite letters
Monticules in dead air

We are the whips cometh—
goo goo goojoob!

What I’m Reading:

What was more annoying than want of something? A reminder that the world was unreliable, that even valuable things went missing.

— Emma Cline / The Guest