Shadow: here
internalizing barbed wire
wrapped with circular
coherence
around your brain.
The durability of youth
must’ve forgotten
to cast it’s light
upon you.
A softer, westward storm –
perhaps in the wake
of further division;
we’re splitting decimals now
fractions of coagulated
bean residue
hardened and encrusted
on the rim
of the bowl
in the dishwasher
that never runs.
