It's not there.
God! Why is it always there?!
The absence of & the light
Mocking- in between
The consciousness.
Where the prism ends.
Fades to gray.
Which one extreme-
Will.
I face away today.
I scratch
You scratch back
The opposite
Curly queued
Beneath fingernails
Gnarled, orderless
Among every lost direction
And unmoving itch
The complications of
A knot in the birch
Art by Nadia Hassler. Words by Kristin Rotar.
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