windrag : poetry : journal

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hot drag

sifting with my eyes the tall and seedy
grass that’s overcome the garden
i avoid the thought of how the world would look
were i to make myself useful

no trace

habits harden into callouses. callouses
have a way of softening when
a habit’s thoroughly embodied. heart, persistent
soft armature of a life

medium

she said “you look like a tree to me, a tree
with a suitcase” and i admire the trees
tonight, dancing and handsome in the rain, my cardboard
suitcase melting beside me

omigod

our story is not
the neatest. presence is a
river nonetheless

geek hat

old hat serves me fine
new hat does too
spring rain, head stays dry
thanks, hat man