Should have found a job by now; should have slept in the night;
should have boiled old coffee before noon.

I have observed, the theorist
I am

I tap at the alphabet while a single deer
taps at the dirt beyond the brush
on the far side of the tree line.

Even from this distance I could go out
the door it would bang shut and crumble

Do not say anything anybody else has said ever. Things are not “bleached by sun.”

The sin is existing.

and then her eyes fully opened — blazed through with strands of mud

He has stories that I am not in
anymore. It’s healed this way.

It recommended
soft porn, as gentle prodding and petting parent
to parent might calm and soothe the kid.

Winter sat like a wolf
on the horizon.

Long after midnight, we’re talking about our first time

Try not to see your own predicament in every fucking thing.

here is the sky in stop motion, flickering,
a still shot in monochrome

Mostly he ate what was put on his plate
snuck coffee grounds or dirt for a snack
Once a zipper Unzipped

You’ve spent a lifetime training
for this.