april of last semester

if we loved the way that we were told to –

following that film mirror perfectly

 – you be strange enchanted, I, glowing naive,

cut the scenes with screams and yells

frustration exhaustion anger bitterness

all the days we can’t make eye contact.

would then that idol, effigy

the standard become the norm?




hale, rattled over

toothy limbs and beaten cage of ribs.

the boots have been worked to shreds, the garments rolled and carried

march on, fight on.

unfurl this spirit, wear us on

a broken tree limb to wave in front of all

faces and command, lead.