[July 24th, 2019]

light-headed tremulous stance
discarded garnets of preciosity stuck in my shoe
cut off from the scraping elevations above
dismantling & re-aggregating artifacts
in my double-vaulted chambers

stumbling through painful queries:
“who would miss me if I was gone?
would not my departure alleviate worries?
certainly it would mine…”

eyes glazed over
like a wastrel sent to war
living on borrowed time
after a trifling infusion
of cast-off, diffuse nepenthe