ANOTHER NAME FOR AIR
It’s only natural to crave newness
after the when of time.
You’ve been lapping up lies like crystals again,
keeping them under your tongue.
So tell me something that counts.
Tell me about the musculature of stars.
Sing me a derivative.
Words like unheavied and extrication drift past.
It’s what you take with you when you leave a room.
Let’s call it the loosening of everything.