May 13, 2021
1 min read
Traction
A Poem
Derangement, and the replacement of the chair, staples on the floor, sewn to my back
salivation over disjunction — the beautiful analysis — torn into circular shapes, spread out over a whole foundation — the crow’s beak still shoved through your memory — a puncturing
rechristened the atmosphere, labelling stars as poseurs of routine — the renovation of this circumstance still tears…
