From Light Interpretations: 3

sang: “what a mighty…” disconnect
discharging looks and songs of “lost…”
down lo and swerved to pitch: “do do
not…” with our lifted wares distraught

paper passwords, lockless keys, and pocket knives fill the desk drawer

lonely crypts sigh and stripped lips
mum education foul, magnet keepers
moaning tut tut long in the libraries

our legs gazed the city and country and ate grass and scree delicacies

home wags, they swagger from
the wobbles, a dunk joke for
keys, tiny pin teeth sways in
clickety sorry clacks, the
morning worries, the sweats

all the fire and cooling craft, filling, using, and washing a glass jar for recycling

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Michael Rerick lives and teaches in Portland, OR. Rerick’s work appears or is forthcoming at Coconut, H_NGM_N, Harp & Alter, Moria, Spiral Orb, and Tarpaulin Sky. He is also the author of In Ways Impossible to Fold (Marsh Hawk Press), X-Ray (Flying Guillotine Press), and morefrom (Alice Blue Press).

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