The Rest Is Still True

Just Do What You Do, paper collage, 2021


our secrets are primitive
their perfumes, places, hesitations
spilling in cars
the mathematics of


if i weren’t, would you?
every word that i count
every catapult of form

…at four
this exercise
is meaningless


this poetry
uneven as a butterfly

a hawk, a passing piano
make cobwebs with their eyes
until nothing mends

6 responses to “The Rest Is Still True”

  1. I will be contemplating this poem throughout the speaks to me, but I’m not sure understanding of it and perception is unclear..but it will travel with me today. “Cobwebs in my eyes” that I will clear..well done

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