Realquiet

Delete Everything How to undo interpersonal entanglements The arcane art of Being benign How to give no impression at all Is it be possible to be too soft, too tall There is a sinking sensation I see what you mean I say seeing The dog flat and dead in a late-morning sunbeam These post-partum teeth are moveable, poseable Unstuck in my head Give it a knock, here or there receiving nothing but the thick and hollow thud of a watermelon in return We burned our shoes and underwear and were hushed by the sound of magazines and shotguns in the dead of night Still, No luck falling asleep Until something up above breaks and you just keep rubbing feet faithfully on fire

Can human things happen to the soul? Is there a way of understanding that  Is plain-hearted and without shame Why Does the heart whimper a bit,  rattled around When at the winter grocer your hands droop  And dip as you smudge up the cracker packets?  Years from now buried a thousand meters below are the wide, airy  Parking lots I spent my days stuttering across  And once made my home Can human things happen to my soul As Each night I am To relive, relive, renew and endure Muttering through muted mouth (As if trying to remember) One…two… clap, repeat