collateral? a slant
for an unseen city. bound
not in space or time or
even the quality of cloud or
in any inelegant index.
living severed by the
relative, expanse, tomorrow.
this body (mettle + speed + thrust)
doesn't reflect in the broken surface
below. hapless, bouncing instead in
vented coordinates.
will the discipline keep us?
our administration, our
ministrations, the delicate
momentum of our apologies?
ruled out the gestures
of moving forward,
the jet's glide and bump.
seeing shapes or
clouds across experience:
not thinking ahead together.
pretending to postpone
our arrival.
