“What is it that keeps up from drowning in moments that rise and cover the heart?”
Anne Carson, Plainwater
the plot was a repeat
a rerun
did you see that emergency flare?
it was bright
red
inevitable
our skies hold light
white
then expand
blue
debate shatters into silence
we meant to say ineffable
details spread diluted
revenge collects into thriving tragedy
what hope hunts has no reflection
survival now the most obvious commodity
danger and excitement can feel the same
our bodies keep trying to tell us this news
live as in
right
now —
we grope backwards
Cache Culture 