Hooked

Don’t roil the water
Wait for the paint to dry
Sssh! the children will hear

What are you burning—
Commingling with the ashes
of the dead?

Did you know the matter—
Particulate—we breathe
Is someone’s uncle
Or sister floating in air
At 450 ppm?

Recycling—
You say bilious
In cross-bone stance—
Dead planet nimbus

Blinding

Chunter of the dead—
Rasps & tongues

A passing thought
I hooked
& threw back

What I’m Reading:

IF YOU’RE NOT AFRAID OF FAILING AS A WRITER, it means you haven’t risked enough. Or you might be a sociopath. There are some good writers who are sociopaths.

— Elizabeth McCracken / A Long Game: Notes on Writing