Bruna

The boom years
in the eyes

Getting lost at seaside games

Ranting “Cheating!”
out clearly

Offering energy to
gray yellow bulbs

I’m so happy

I have a faulty outlet I’m
so happy to have

a faulty outlet

I’m so happy

I have a hermeneutic home I’m
so happy to have

a hermeneutic home

I’m so happy

I have a sense of time I’m
so happy to have

a sense of time

I’m so happy

I have a loose plug I’m
so happy to have

a loose plug

I’m so happy

What can you do? The
world is too much

on occasion

Alter Out

Coming back inside
my skins I am the only one I will
to
clean my feet

Chesed? Non-Euclidean?

To be considered
‘I deserve a Sabbath’

Some thing else is always
getting
to gripe
about platitudes

How did we live or
understand how it slows

if I am not that some thing
if we entertain something else wiping
down my feet