new leaves

that limb escaper
is a semi-sorted buzz
is a voice so much not yours that it has to be yours
is every reason flattened for soak and coruscation
frond conversion
biochemical language on white sheets
on stereo low
words placed beneath a pillow for later
remembrance of breath
taken in and taken in and taken in

the other product, sugar
a forgotten use in every cell
sweet primary landslides
missed voicemails
evidence comes from the east
from where we wake sleep
non-eaters
slow smokers
chloroplasts and callow greens
additive primaries blush a red
feather slip a smile
a bed is many places once
is a drive around your head
walking instructions
a need of nothing or nothing of need
this is not that clarion
this is the work of burgeoning departures
the dropped watching of your hands
having seen them
they are sure to work this way

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