sidebrow

To Leave Does Not Mean to Forsake

To leave this boundary is to forget invitation, bitten apples.



Basil will die or I might


cultivate a cave to take up a small inch. A functional space



with no affinity to Gertrude.



The same spoon pokes spleen


and I beg you to say our:



like our hour


like our violin.



like our sugar spoon.



Even my bestial assumptions resist symmetry.



I want to spoon more. I want to understand


fear of parallelism.



I know how it goes: it goes


yeah yeah yeah. I don’t even


want you to think.