GOING ON WITHOUT YOU

When free, revert

to the same

& shame, spoke

the wind, the fennec

fox; and then came past.

There are other tracks

to take to wear

down not

but new ones

and test to remain so

her fennec completely vanished

bellowing head in the wind she spoke

out over the countenance

track becoming, old.

Staying put the same forty

four windows staring

cooked the bolt the bolt gored me

finally where the opened toad

cracks mouth to mouth, halt this

awkward tangible

despair.

gallant audition sequence heart

mentorship

tawse or worse spit on your hair lint

going the bag you puddled drive

entry, so back to the doors.

What did You do to her? How are

the chances the door is exactly two feet squared.

It’s pinched

as well as squared

and is marked up in water

not

like anything but actually.

You can’t ask for guidance.

There feels

suspicious. The mouth. Waiting, eerily

by the window the summer ascents

notes up what we’re to do.

But not knowing, a blurry must

where people end.

Themselves or one another.

A dot on the scale

of hesitancy, waiting hell

for the end in

sight or crashing at it.