Breadcrumb #235

May 23, 2017 by Bob Raymonda

MICHAEL PRIHODA

juggle
awareness.

i become
as

much split
as

day allows
of.

beyond a
scissor

of wintered
glass,

a leant
tree

fogged by
not-quite-spring-yet.

i mean to say
brown.

this vacuous
tangle,

no amount
of wind

could shrug
them together,

made to watch
nakedness

apart
from touch.

it is private,
it is pornographic,

& it is
proof