panorama
once, I thought you
were a palindrome.
that was many
years ago. in the interim,
you are widening.
your third vowel flickers
between England
and Midwestern America.
you belong, my once-
palindrome, in a field
thick with corn.
absence
but I am here.
unless existing is a process
of disappearing.
in which case, I am
an absence waiting
to happen. I am
waiting to happen
to you.
flirt
you are not my mother, you are a snort!

No comments:
Post a Comment