Exposed

for animal grit beneath our skin,
blood cells traveling
neither fiercely nor brightly
from entropy to entropy

for clenching calendar squares
in twitching fists,
a muddle of memories
and muscles
pulling our eyes down, in,
focus dwindling
to the last trickle between intention-crusted stones
where the final minnow,
the final water-skeeter
live out their final minutes

the pursuit of truth
disappears down allergous byways
the hope of listening
bogged down in the endocrine system
half-hearted

as we sit around this table,
well-fed
and breathing beneath bay trees, attempting

to talk.

 

 

 

 

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