I’m distantly absorbed,
commuting...

and on the last day,
our very last day...

In the midst of a cooling universe,
we Earthlings...

drafty quiet embankments
of sanctuary under the blankets...

It took 3000 tons of asphalt
to stamp out the long-residing...

I felt afraid
the first time I knew...

We shapeshift
like ephemeral metal...

Fake descriptions of a life in tatters
clutter the hour...

It wouldn’t be
the kind of magic you shoot...

A brilliant diffusion of an ideal mixture
of PFAS blankets the world...

Understanding one another
is cliche...

we ate our guilt together
under the quiet luminosity...