Earthquake

my watch
has been
dead for years
but I never
cared much
for the construction
of time

I only want
love and labor
and fault lines
to rip open
the earth
the abandonment
of all things red,
a heart;
the cruelty of commotion

this is circus still
crack it open
don’t expect jewels

why did
those things
remain
impossible

the countdown
does not add comfort
only a new way to
weave body into mind;
to disappear

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