sit and stare this chasing circle trapped in screen,
for prompt to say
Move On
– and On To Next
wait,
for forward signs unveil “advance”

At times we’ll hang
together, you –
and I; and when our words are over you’ll close our while
with unclear sadness, then turn away;
disappear
until I write again.

we’re already beaten; there’s
no space for us
men – what purpose have we left?

   I miss       the mountains the unpackt spaces crossed        by night-long drives Asphalt...

She opens her mouth, laughs wide and rough
Teeth jutting forward,
Incisors gnawing hahaha – ravaging the sky