Feb 7, 2021
1 min read
The Complacent Picture
A Poem
Resigned to a conference
of dust and other rejects of the skin
the semi-solid ambience
of the room trying to turn into crystal
Letting go of the magic
a head still trying to rearrange things
that won’t get shifted
Yet
And I saw your letter
even though I never opened it
or said, thanks
