because while some truths lend themselves to equations, others are best described in verse

Tectonic

Today’s morning dawns like déjà vu: how you
left like it was forever, how we felt
as impermanent as newly ironed sheets,
shifting bedrock to sift for truth
at the river’s bottom. A cloud of fruitflies beggars
by the front door, just-hatched things
kamikazi-ing for freedom. I find ants
drowning inside the honey jar, dead with smiles
on their tiny ant-faces. Black birds
bowl up inside the bedroom gutters,
scratch like chickens in a strong wind,
hungry for April. But the weather is changing, and we
no longer lightning rods drawn
electric to ground—wake early; unclutch;
go about our hours like icebergs
sunk in an ocean of minutes.

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5 responses

  1. I love the image of ants dying happily drunk on honey… great image

    April 12, 2016 at 9:04 am

    • thanks, girl! 🙂

      April 12, 2016 at 10:03 am

  2. “as impermanent as newly ironed sheets”
    “ants
    drowning inside the honey jar, dead with smiles
    on their tiny ant-faces”

    Wonderful!

    April 12, 2016 at 4:37 pm

    • 🙂 thanks, Mosk!

      April 19, 2016 at 8:35 am

  3. Wonderful imagery!

    April 15, 2016 at 3:29 pm

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