[slightly edited from what i read at the octagon collective open mic wednesday 15 january 2025 with special guest Anna Maria Hong]
observe[r]
Tag: poem
it’s a matter of welcoming
desire moves the hand; pleasure, the mouth
I had to unclog the kitchen sink earlier
I used the hospital grade bleach gel
cargo pants and sushi at the mall
a young woman knocks at my door
eyes wide open
Yesterday you Zoomed Friday drinks to at-home colleagues and it seemed perfectly reasonable.
a squat pigeon who haunts you
a daisy had glued itself to one
tiny dead face
tiny dead face
cultivated mushrooms seeking a little
more depth
at the troughs of soundwaves