Viridian Akasa
Day is late and has no horse. Icicles
on concertina wire. Strange being
people. I cannot see my object
self. Miss grandmother and her son.
She says, Get the hell over it. Easy to find
not me. It’s okay. It was never
my life. Wipe and re-wipe aged shrunken
grandmother. Tangle of whitening
pubic hair, shingled skin of cracked lips. Just this
is it. Blue ridges blackening. Buoy bells
in fog; groaning pylons. Boat hidden
in cape reeds. A body neatly disposed of
floating to the surface. Plank
in reason. Doesn’t fuck with what comes up.