In the error
thinking of non-intervention
with you. A red sun
(don't look) pokes
through. Staging
development and the cutting
loose of its facile integrity
its disproportionate
personal non-response.
The wince. The shrug. The
belated semi-acknowledgment
of owning just
enough to take part.
In the era, thinking of you
will quit my job
in one year to get
more done, work harder
to insert myself into
the fragile extension
of space between us
to get something done.
In the ear
thinking after you.