Generational touch If stanzas

or imperial measurements flare up

remembered as iced cake, always

“initials” affirmed into fake people,

their arms, their flit & swagger. m-mm.


& then walking straight past the shallow

confrontation with your predecessor.

Divisive use of “you”. let’s be

giraffes straining at leaves, unconscious

of teens looking for a role model. Me.


formal constraints as names of poems &

i’m quartered in a hospice, naming trees, then

coffee without sugar, triptych of beach settings.

she’s always breathing on you. They’re

temporarily confounded.