Tract


Talk to me like I am in pain
Or sober, or biologically indelicate
Chess piece we adore from dust
To cobwebs of comprehended polygamy

What is grace when you’re dancing alone?
Trails of impatience endorsed
In a finger-snap of wounded cheeks
Reminding me of a beautiful settlement

Earthlings that wasn’t you
Asking things as common as the
Existence of salt from seawater
Covering their reproductive with predicament

Inheritance from the saddest perspective
Known to mammals and empty bleachers
The crack on the surface, I admire
Exhausted pencils made in Germany

Run to the opposite cycle
In partial motion of the admissible things
Undressing our eyes
Memories we collect from disabled errands