HOW TO TRAIN YOUR PALATE TO TASTE FRENCH OAK AS TUMBLEWEED ACTUALLY ROLLS BY
You’re so far up into the jettisoned
fractures of birch
I’d thought of leaving things.
The glacier doesn’t give up her living.
In the paralysis of a prism you see your heart
flagless and desperately communal:
is whoever withholds the most
It is uniquely human
to build a mining town in your lungs
just so you can name the glorious end
& pretend it wasn’t imperceptible.