To become retro
for the third time, to hear
laughter cloud the air

from a different direction—more west
than east, south than north—to lose
track of the full moon

tally is to be in medias
res. Is to be on
the verge

of reconciliation: talk
with listen, sleep with walk, trust with
survive, survive with prevail.

4 thoughts on “Hemmed

  1. Oh it’s really good! You tear the words apart and then marry them so confidently with each other, with rhythm, that last stanza chugging through, rewarding you for sticking with it, punching…it’s the relationship of words to themselves, and even then you deliver meaning. Lovely.


  2. yeah – this one really packs a punch. i don’t know what it is, but when i read it, i just felt the ride of the rhythm of your language. you tapped into something powerful here. thanks.


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