With smallness; with the ritual scratch
of the aperture, the suctioning force of the wound,
the day pressed itself into the hours, a glance shot
askew and wrapping against the rocky shore
that breaks the water open like an oil.
With smallness; with the ritual scratch
of the aperture, the suctioning force of the wound,
the day pressed itself into the hours, a glance shot
askew and wrapping against the rocky shore
that breaks the water open like an oil.