Monday, September 16, 2024

the Whole Earth


 

 

 Half disconnected, the drain
is going strong it seems.
I reach for the switch and
it’s in the dark, a mouth,
the teeth gleaming.
So talk to me! But
I realize I’m
yelling at top level.
Nerves fraying fast,
I’m taking a chance
on you, resolutely
this time. Our fingers
touch. Our noses touch
like dogs.
To animals the only
cage is the
whole earth.

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