Friday, September 29, 2023


It is hard 
to be both large 
and small 

enough to contain 
all the rubble
life rains. 

Not merely full
of old sour grapes 
and salt—and pelted, 

too, with hailstones 
of the intricate 
and sweet—

we are also 
each fated to somehow 
catch and hold 

absence, subtraction,
and loss. Indeed, 

we're so built
from strange debits 
and gains, 

it's impossible 
to measure the size 
of our souls—

which why 
we must caucus, 
regale, and compare:

without consultation 
from sisters 
and brothers, 

we cannot know
our radii—we lose 
all sense of scale.