Channeling

Channeling
through, like water
passes by
without pause

These strung-together
intimacies feel
so insoluble.

Today

a trap drawer
has damned off
the waves bred
by his hands, her
waist, those miles
away.

Poetics: The Omnipresent Television

This month's public Poetics post:

The Omnipresent Television

Things I say out loud to myself in quarantine: Did I eat that already or am I in a fugue state?

I like shopping for clothes online, though still miss shopping in stores, foraging like some animal.

As I sit waiting at Ten Full for my crab rangoon across from the only other customers, two teenage boys, a lawyer hawking transvaginal mesh patch litigation blares on the omnipresent television.