interloper
if I liked people
winter could get lonely
reading science-fiction
novels where salt becomes
as scarce from shorter
exposures to light
setting the table resembles
refolding a map to me
on the roof there’s tar & other
geologies exile
concrete busted for rock
& guts
a nest instead of thread
rickets where shingles
the moon
someone smacks perch
against a porch beam
| Patrick Samuel |
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