without any warning, we’re free –

this aesthetic is lost on me –


we are not included in year-end statistics

for surf, blood or even affection.


the lacy women in the Chinese picture

escape from either end of the scripture.


I am in need of nothing now; plain

as the final ox-herder selfie; take again.


she is so beautiful; I text her, she doesn’t respond;

I shall go alone, paint the duck, the frozen pond.