What has so far transpired:

contrails of cirrus
like kitestrings are flung
cross a June evening,

laundry lines of the summer’s
sirensong, a rumbling
in the stomach of my soul.

it nears storm season,
longing anticipated before
lightning even

touches down.
the wind builds
castles of our discontent, dust

scattered like glitter &
unicorns ‘cross the page where
we grub out with the back

end of a no.2 lead the lust
which would hang
us up to dry. do i

already drip? i cannot
remember how
the next verse goes.

my black marks
are wound like
kitestrings ’round

but a single wrist, tight,
untangled (and i think),
still my own.

15 thoughts on “What has so far transpired:

  1. This is incredible. I love it. My favorites are S1 and S2, as well as these:

    “scattered like glitter &
    unicorns”

    “end of a no.2 lead the lust
    which would hang
    us up to dry”

    “tight,
    untangled (and i think),
    still my own”

  2. Love the use of language here, but having a hard time deciphering any literal (linear) meaning. Just feel a general sense of foreboding, but gathering clouds always have that effect on me. Thanks.

  3. dang…the first 5 lines are just rip with imagery…great joanna…the grubbing out the lust with a no. 2 penci….well that is vivid…smiles….i don not remember how the next verse goes…gives us a chance to breath before the pain…kite strings…dang…

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