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Precarious Everything

Feeling no wind

flames flicker

in palpable air

 

addiction

intransigence

take risks again

 

painful longing for days

taken for granted

 

Will this moment in time

be romanticized?

Surely not.

 

abstract serenity until silence

is broken by the roar of jet engines.

 

Backyard Genocide

-over one hundred tadpoles in a broken pool.

-what will happen when they grow legs?

Will it be the ten plagues all over again?

This star is shrugging off rays of light now shining

on this roof, but only for a little while.

 

While my heart strings spread

each root will overtake me,

and all of these thoughts

will be for naught.