volume won the day
what was said
had to be abandoned
because more was coming
this universe was not built
to accommodate more than one sun
call me when
the Afghanistan war
is over
fog obscures the depth behind it
from my side of this wall
I am only a body
& the sky is a milky blue
I quietly compose performative debts
unchecked — they form treacherous habits
when written they s t r e t c h smooth
I’ve ritualized these (now) ceremonial feelings
& marinated in their bone-heavy broth
as panicked days continue to pace themselves
Cache Culture 
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