Purchasing the Dark

the atom folds. slender creases in the fabric of life. anger serves its counterpoint. stagnant ladders. busy feet. but nowhere is closer. there more distant.

tomorrow chokes into existence. in coughs and wheezes. the sick fetus of yesterday wailing for a new tit.

all time is ours. to scrape and to steal. from the laboring villains under our skin. each hour a cacophony of bones. muted by their nakedness.

the molecules bend. soft paperclips working the pages. as backward struggles to learn. what the future has always known.

Paper bags. Her quarry of how. Damp with choices. time tends to exceed.

Nothing to lose. Except strangers.