TWO POEMS
The Recluse
The surrogate nothing incorporates inside this is a letter an outsideness symbologyimpish dark snarled at say years the weight look now the before and afterclipped onto the table night and a sense for clouds cankeep thinking the sickness but it evades what part is visible or I am thinking ofprone to no answer say never sussed it out thinking damage waiting for itthe TV full of bloat bloated look at that man night my shirts in the closetthe feeling open up imagine being pulled into the sky the lonelinesswriggle itch rub ice letting the legs all the way out talk to me the dwellingcrush it it is sweet and fat the I am is clipped it’s a way of speaking every secondnot too fast just enough like the inside of the body being moved imagine the skyimagine talk to me tell me about its daylight what it’s like the able the ableness.
