Friday, December 10, 2021


One by one, 
as if on 
assembly lines,

weapons are built
in the shape of 
men and women. 

The more complex,
the simpler 
the launch code;

The greater 
their significance,
the more localized

the payload.


What's another 
person to us 

but a discrepancy 
in a pressure gradient

whose absence 
we miss 

like a pea 
from a mattress?


The message 
at the end 
is that 

is a fiction;

cannot be fixed. 

How dare 
the letters 
that make up your name

ever be 

to spell 
other things?