BODY IS TRUE

BODY IS TRUE

we are that
demiurgic cabal

left alone,
together

under the heavy
expanse of the

empty, eyewateringly
blue sky, jostling

each other aside
to claim our turn to

press our fingers
into the cold, dead

clay, willing it
to be anything,

anything but
meaningless and

inert.

CAVERNOUS

CAVERNOUS

unvernal expanse

shuffling amongst

itselves,

plastic wrapped,

annotated, ripped

fluoresced

eight 'our'd

air staling,

stolen,

from that

vaster space.