(the avatar of the atavist)

the avatar of the atavist
the flange of the falangist
the love of the loveless

the urea in your urine
the dread of the dreadnought
the mares in your nightmares

these are a few of the things
these are a few of the phophenes
these are a few burns trailing your closed eyes

see it all when you see nothing
say nothing
do not

no

What I’m Reading:

Only the wrinkle
of a disappearing squirrel
breaks the snow stillness.

— Suzanne Matson / “January Poem”