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5 Fire

Let us touch hands to orient a year dowhat we can do must do the best with what we have

Capitalism is walking backward like an act of Godas the earth opens to eat itself

I heard the slap but I didn’t see the handI am told the satisfaction is in watching the welts formand what it makes you want

If there is a mother goddessshe’s reading the room, filling gapsand pairing lost socks like any other femme

The labor is in the waiting to be destroyedor suitably reconditioned

It turns out dusting is just as universalas the wringing of handswhile freedom is not in distance but in vanishing

and soon this will also change.

We are still alive so we must breathe the ashesWe are still alive so we must watch the world burn

I inhale remnants of schoolhouse

I open my mouthenter family photographsenter missing persons.