tv – other animals

early evening early in the death thinking about death all day the video game deaths I played the music death all the death TV shows the same even if they try to death it my back still sore but better death than the dog deaths her new toy

and no I never did get around to that I gave up on connection and went down paths they warned me about to make blurred photocopies of those same mistakes my hands stumbling fat then thin leaves fell and grew the early sun in winter faithfully rendered in Minecraft reddened the tips of things in a neighborhood or that or this heavy frenemy in my chest sometimes makes his strange will speak

TV from
before the
crisis and
maybe knocked

down by the
storm a small
round fluff bird
cries past the

window and
the fat dog
awake now
with eyes wide

in those dependent days they worked

nights and days and when home slept so

we had to stay quiet despite

the urge to loudly play so we

kept the TV low, laughed with the

laugh track and didn’t understand

spring and winter and spring again

To Cross the Sea

Bubbling on the stove warm nonsense on TV I misspell the important words of other people’s stories on the line nothing drying my legs sore the floor somewhat spotless what else to binge nothing stops this war

should have had iced coffee but trees start to stumble the hot earth becomes I tell myself breathe look at the leaves completely still August 30

at the end of the day whisky cicada hit send a cool breeze down that road in any direction you end up laughing

snap of sugar snap peas as snow starts on TV

what to save what to send

sunshine through young leaves

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voices echo in the hall I turn down the TV

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the tree shaking his head no in the wind