from what is around the beat / is first born it starts / with a heartbeat from / a mother gels with / the water in the womb / in the pulse of the words / making cadence basslines and / summer on the tongue know / our father knew it once and his / backward spiral to the loop / of the loom where roads are / a shredded ball of yarn / that branches out / unspooling with the rhythm / in our minds we breathe / like bricks clicking / underfoot at night.

a roll of bills in a filthy / sock doves echo in / the belfry the city lacks / momentum that was stolen before / we were born like / an invitation to eat / after everyone else is / full compelled to collect / in shadows of the glass / eyed hunters the future / panoramic but the present / a keyhole a severance of / expectations rises like a / sunbeam falls on the grain / of this paper tracing / the under-map of the boscage / and its devastation rains / will render illegible words / that grind down gently / the cartilage in our jaws.

living in the minus the / delta and the difference / the cleaved part / battle pep talk’s awkward / pause that lasts too long / and the taste of ashes far from / fire like a stale snow / curtain over the window you / climbed out of unreplenished / ripeness that was shed / like the skin of my doppelganger / with gentler eyes they placed / your hands down into the / chasm and gray meadows of / sleep where the rain levitates / and blossoms reenact the seed

so fine in the sun and / dubious of winter / linens like shrouds draped / over tables of stale candy / bowls in the wood-rot / house we grew up / in to get out the straight / laces soon caught fire / a lavish sunburst in / the temporal lobe weaving / miles before full fathom / fell the water from / the light began to / descend filling cracks beneath / our feet like a vein’s / infusion of a common miracle a / confusion of petrichor.