in dubio pro reo //

this is not a protest poem against doubts/the moon’s new nightgown, sickness, rage,
not a poem against Anything in fact

except stuff that drills little holes into our bones/undiscovered first/
until they cracK/aMessofShards&all we are
ScReeeEAMs, bREAKs,sPReads arms, face down on the floor, hoPeVersusHope//doNt daRe2BreaTHe
—————— until the keeper of the clock bows low

in my hand
a white cane, shepherd’s staff, a snake, spade, satellite, a set of missiles, spear, binoculars, a pen–

we write letters
like we did before “Digital”
flow of iNk, a stamp

the waiting

&all afternoon-after-school magazines tumble wildly through her room
glossy mOuth&chest, price tags in three currencies
we couNt &split them
equally, cross checkmarks in a list,
pile paperstacks onto our bikes,

&share the money

friendship. is the sum of thousand tiny things
i say.

to no one. in specific

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9 responses to “in dubio pro reo //

  1. It makes me so happy to see new poems from you. 🙂

    I love these:
    “the moon’s new nightgown”
    “until the keeper of the clock bows low”
    “in my hand
    a white cane, shepherd’s staff, a snake, spade, satellite, a set of missiles, spear, binoculars, a pen–”
    “magazines tumble wildly through her room
    glossy mOuth&chest”

    I always enjoy looking for deeper layers hiding inside your capitalization. Keep writing; we all miss your work.

  2. Stunning indeed, and friendship a thing to hold dear, in the entire sum of its parts. I do hope the cracks are being filled and that you are well.
    Kind regards
    Anna :o]

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