I Can Gather All the News I Need on the Weather Report
Fifty-Four
Who brought their lunch?
Who bought theirs?
Who is eating whose?
There's always more to fear
When paused.
There's ever snakes
Which slide about the edges of your sight.
A boat of British sympathizers
Bringing lantern lamps,
Hand sanitizer,
All of your mistakes...
Lift your legs yet faster.
Look to Eldorado,
Not behind.
You sleep and drift.
She speaks too clearly,
"I know you.
I see right through."
The years accumulate wet weight from doubts,
Dead sheets of skin flakes,
Bulging leeches from the lake.
One if by land,
Two if by sea...
It's just a myth,
A legendary mist?
It spurs you on,
So it exists for now.
The vultures and hyenas
Only eat the ones
Still standing still.
Let go.
Move.
- 9/30/19