Monday, November 18, 2019


We have it
on good, albeit
tacit authority;

we can taste it
in the fear
drizzled lust

on the tips
of our tongues—
a little blot

must rightwise come
to the end
of every sentence.

this limit
is a stunt

which none
are in a hurry
to rehearse, yet

listen to all of us—
just dying for
the practice.