investigating silence

I’d like to continue. I think I’d like to continue.

Stalled by anger. The pleading of a man in Alabama woke me up, triggering tears. So why not write?

I’m plastered to the wall. Marked in lines by lath, fiberglass for hair.

I find online magazines ponderous. I find everything ponderous. Elephantine constructus of words.

Olivia’s fragments appeal. Shards. Splinters. Shreds.

I try to breathe. I breathe. I try to be. I be.

Afterwords, afterbirth, afterdeath. Afterward, alterword, offerwords.

Hard sorrow.

Anger. Oftentimes am told
a practical way to do things
I know (alreadY) Jesus
damn I know don’t you
think I know how to do
things?

Like throw out trash
Heat leftovers
Handle hot dishware
Keep track of time

So here’s my answer
The Deliberate Impractical
How do you like that
And I also levitate

Strength and

The Chariot