"pillow yarrow"
1.
a threnody that no one can
today · carcass lurking
liminal thrip whiplash
threnody where no one's trying
a sucker bet bookends
birth & death in weather
threnody when no one wins
Pascal's wager widgets
wind from a based spaceship
threnody the warren roams
2.
heart that is a crying wound
street soon to be closed
how long has this lull fizzed
& edge been honed
apricot morning saraband
red bricks laid in counterfeit
slant rays where the humpbacks glide
griefs would fain be rid
still runes indite
& on their shadows the great stars dote
this school zone cruised by cops
i anyway traverse
a wheel collecting moss
most svelte of perps
& connoisseur of non-eclipse
"The wind that knocked our generation down
Was not a harvest."
--Djuna Barnes, The Antiphon
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