to understand ruin, know first what it is that's being ruined. and here it's exactly the minutiae that matter: piles of washed and folded sheets, neat stacks of ant-cut twigs. stay with them. all the balances and adaptations that urge themselves forth or retract in disguise, or swarm, or concentrate. that make up a day. sheering and shorn, burnt and cinched-in- but not wholly gone. those delicacies. those radiant systems. hold them.

lia purpura,
all the fierce tethers