It Doesn't Hang Together

Regretting the last line just long enough
to cross it

that acute sensation of existence

(featherweight heartthrob)

a life of choice given but unchosen,
unspecified warrant for animation

served, you are
imperceptibly raped by your own soul

soft pet caged in a sunbeam,
cars faulting by the open window

a cheater’s peace
of crushed greens

Commonplace, commonplace and desperate

to shell and fuck,
a stem with interesting leaves

the first and foremost crack in the foundation.