if fire cracks the mirror
then clouds may part to reveal her face
if night passes like a kidney stone
then the box is returned unopened
if the damp gets irrevocably in
then an unequivocal answer will be found
if the suburbs are raided
then your recipe will be forever changed
if we ignore first principles
then insects will tire of carrying us
it should be more than cotton
candy though I lack
a recipe my hands have just
this tiny pen filled with
latency and the ladder is rotten
how many more nights
the sun bobs up and down
I look the other way that burning
you say it’s the weekend well why
not warp the mirror a little more
I can’t remember
why I entered this race
and I want to go to war with
each slender shadow
my feet must be cut from my shoes as soon
as the sun returns some color to those skulls
from under a rock hear me sing and walk on
other animals 