~apertures & stigmas
it's still thursday
and always longer than
the average distance
a wider circumference to travel
as this clock swallows quarter hours
like ohio rain, circling the voices I
collect in my hip-pocket
lincoln penny reminders, tucked away
the contraband of snapped
promises
and I wonder if time is some kind of
warning
an extended moment when I understand the pulse
of certain fractured things
lah 3.28.17 ©®
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