I go outside to stop breathing

The worst of news is the revival of my father’s faith.  Lutheran. With a food pantry to supply

addicts another chance, poor –  non perishables, and to the black hearse – divine old.

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I AM THE NOTHING

summer I am haunted by a phantom fly

fat black buzz waves cilia into static eyes

I am the nothing, it says to me, I follow

autumn I am blinded by a crystal spirit refracting sun

the windows  will be wrapped to darken the cave

I am the nothing, it says to me, I stalk

winter I am hooked and returned into the white river

grass carp trace my suspended body in evening blue

I am the nothing, they sob, here all along