Unemployment, Night 6

When thunder woke finally, my living room windows perfectly framed its burlap anger, evangelical The corduroy couch beneath me, that lonely pilgrim, knelt amidst the wildling morning, fragile as matins On a pathway in a park called Adulthood, a woolly storm dangles acorns above the ground in which they will take root, huffs to tamp …

Take Root

The field lies like a still lake, an opaque film of silver or green—water or soil, apathy or memory—obscuring the mayhem underneath A tenebrous home once floated here. Inside: chrysalis, pupa, larvae, whatever I left those costumes in closets to mold over years ago. But, then again, my home was never on the ground.    …