How I savored that shrill- / Voiced excuse echoing in our / Bedroom but it was of / No use; it wouldn’t do.

A day in the life of a construction worker.

The stranger reaches out blindly/ Toward the illuminating door.

I hear the whispers in the wind/ that aren’t alone in watching me.

Good afternoon, Chinese Maple.

I watch violet / tears streaming down you/ unnecessarily massive umbrella

Eyes like small slits, / New cuts / In a child’s knee.

That day the wind blew across the lawn, / bending the leaves of grass to its will

a meeting of whomsandwhos / as we passed under the bridge

We now reflect brighter and bigger, the conflicting scene
That hung around us, our backdrop.

I’m possessive by nature/ like a dog pissing on a tree

Plasticize, factory-sized. / Cold breath seeps deep, cools / The frantic motion of gears and wheels / And grinding circuitry.

It seemed to count down until / it was your time to have a funeral. / Now it was ticking for a new reason.

When I walk, or / when I talk, I keep / hearing phantom footsteps / or phone calls / from inside my bag or / my head.

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