It has been since the wintered circuit
Jennifer Pilch

It has been since the wintered circuit

stood on the platform detached

moved with it as one didn’t know my name

focused on in hindsight

lettered in the ruins

“that’s a mouthful, these fingertips”

dark wing divining dark wing

artists of tomorrow shed your present skin

“chaste when committed before the eyes of a child”

seeping discards

“be vicious about the loss of nature”

utter foundling beneath silverunders

What never existed in the world even after an intention to realize it

is sublimated twice as perversity

sudden flash in the earth’s posture

or was it “loss of innocence”?

stealing alms from a riddle of meager yards

“you thought the fledgling words could stand themselves”