force sucking a nor’easter

i shiver and plates collide
the dahabeeyah motors drain
oiling — like acid on concrete
i’m staking the last dinner seating

the revulsion total
your vague forearms bustle
the workload of genuis naked and false
an alteration of a month’s persuasion

we sink

simpering like sou’wester
force sucking a nor’easter

What I’m Reading:

Children had been the future, but did we even want the future anymore?

— Kassandra Montag / After the Flood