I delete the weather app
then look outside
as if inventing rain

the hallway bulb flickers
and every door briefly
belongs to another century

Why did I pitch the rock? I picked it up, and I tested its weight. I knew that there was something inside, and I knew that that something was you. I felt a strong aversion, and I felt the urgent need to pitch it, to get you (rock) as far away from me as possible. That’s why I pitched the rock.

war shortly before and long after

a leafless tree of ancient stars of squawking crows flapping

between Bible and burglary the window turns to rain

silence after the ambulance learns an address

elflocks and the skull inside the off-season

dog days the lemon-eyed sin eaters

if symptoms persist the credo of lyrids