averring the inevitable
abetting error
and arrow; wings

dissipitate mildly
a coronation

 

 

there was a boy who died.
he was three.
he climbed out onto the fire escape balcony, while his mother
      watched tv.
watched, yes.
it was night, and they were poor, and he saw a moth.
night, yes.
well.
he slipped, and kinda bounced, and fell off.
he fell on some young lady, dislocating her shoulder and breaking
      her collarbone.
he was three.
yeah.
his mother seemed to recover, and had four more kids, after that.
but she divorced her first husband.
and he later married the young lady the falling child hit.
neither was ever charged.
exciting?
more sad.

 

 

silly sorry for silly
the universe
creaks without a crack

hear hand over ear

 

 

vows
at their parting
in mockery
of what was

i keep
i keep

the melt and
hardening of plastic
in each chest

heated feet
in cordial layers

drink