I am the punctum

among the profuse obtuse
linearities of custom —
socialized behaviors not
being my thing
but my proscription.

I am the punctum

that pontificates upon this day —
the hypotenuse to the left
notwithstanding — again, I
am eye.

What I’m Reading:

Up and down stairs, in and out of rooms, we are an army of hungry ghosts, me and all these other versions of myself who sleepwalk through different houses across the city.

— Emily LaBarge / Dog Days