this coffee is caramel, or piss-colored
and the question stayed choked as i slumped to the floor
and the curled carpet rose around. Ave, ave, ave…
black-and-orange caught our hips and held, soft/tight facial lines
I need to close. I am weighted.
But it is late/early morning and the sun is a one-sided hug
and we know that everyone is probably full of shit, (anarchy) but
that doesn’t stop burnt letters from whirling forth and fro….
suspended. taut line.