tuesday's a blank page in the pandemic diary 

crack on the horizon last night

blankety blank mind

building spikes line the edge

if you look softly sometimes you can see through the scrim

eye lashes water drops 

innerness seeping

not the trauma something other than 

several times spread vaguely through this vague hurting body 

like roots

year of attenuation 

luck is living in this extermi

nation