everyone asks for the you they remember
I wish for no new way to feel alone again
America is
the wrong angel
a classic wristwatch
on the arm of a man who
thinks he owns himself
back to the borrowed
amount of living
here is a rough sketch of what
we look like inside when mortality
distracts us from how we destroy the world
I draw Odin's ravens
under the shelf of
teapots in the
department
store
may the tea bring us strength
may wings lift us to revolution