can I talk to every hour that isn’t this one and then this one I will not chase

can I talk to every sister except the one who turns on the lights

oh radiate
evacuate
oh mother

will you let me look up the spigot where the afternoon formerly lives
where octobers polyester the early birdwires on a better view
false gravel in the beak of the sprawling war

can we speak to every war but the war now
to every dropped glove directional gathering

are you listening
well don’t bother
we are good in the past
we are good in the future
and now, now is our dearest friend
a hustle without armament