antantantantant

i am a body

composed of ant

exoskeletons

i can hear

the missed cues

of ampersand and

prosthesis

lowland summer fields   the affluence of cows

crystal blue day

the institution has men

removing some trees

3am

divining god’s law

from raw onions

forked lightning

out over the ocean

her warm fingers

they guard

my sleep

old gods

this stupid war

feeling murderous hate

picking peaches