inspection.

under fog, between slivers
of glass inanimate, lends an eye
a curious creature
caught: eternal hopscotch upon see-saws,
stilted legs, heavy feet
that launched, learn flight
of startled hogs, hopping sparrows
a happy foot, a-light
upon no bearing, no touch, no glimpse
from which slips
this thing, a wisp
between shards of
transparency, broken
permanency, sucked
by necessity--
a mass, called love
a squatting presence, static upon
tick-tock
squeak-holler
whisper-squish
and nothing escapes
issued wraithlike, over
forgotten (bugs) and shruggable (trivialities)
under a moment of slippery realization
(she indeed paid for the rent
twelve months past due)
and a rusted string hangs the
sign, rotting against the inescapable
heat of image against resolve, price
against will, comprehension against the force
that is memory

annie won

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