ant5

•

in the corner

of your eye more

than just shadows

•

•

•

we watch

the grass creep

in the dark

•

•

•

the quality

of our fog

becomes political

•

•

•

turns out

history wasn’t

over

•

•

•

a few of

your words left

decades ago

•

•

•

while you sleep

I listen to

the laundry

•

•

•

even

the fly’s

a spider

•

•