Sunday Sundries

10/08/2023 Emotions deferred catching up

The dead come marching 1 by 1 — hurrah hooray

I didn’t mean it then
Con/Jur/d, 10/08/2023

We can still feel the wracking sobs
the drip, drip-dropping
of snot, of a rivulet 
of ocean intruding

Through the slanted afternoon light
playing through the dust, stars
suspended, everywhere
across the swirl

The rumple
of an unmade bed
we’re repeatedly humming
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