(prompt was “Feud”…I have more, this is just a start)
Executive Function Disorder, You Bitch
it is science, they say
science as
physics manipulating a fork
tines untying a tightly
ribboned gift beside
chemistry in a teacup
or in the poisoned dart
promising paralysis
blown across the room
quiet measured out in
silver teaspoonsfull
while pause is wasted
on unproductive
silent stammers
at times
triggering rewind
ending in uncomfortable confusion
what Law is there to explain
the forces that propel
boulders into paths
worn wide with familiarity
shushing clarity
I.
we were pillagers
pilfering from kitchen drawers
foragers and rearrangers
danger
we were voluntary characters in an unfortunate event
of newsworthiness
occurring daily between the parenthesis
of dawn and dusk
we were wayward wards of our own state
bound by walls of stone and creeks
though there was a bosom to return to
we were the lost
II.
overlapping boughs of pine
an improvement upon the left behind
shelter-skins of Tyvek and wood-grained vinyl
there is a sea
in the alternating rush and calm of winds
so violent they thrash the canopy above
yet on my cheek just a gentle exhalation
it has been one hundred years since my mother left me here
and in that time diversions of danger have become
my domesticity
the red berries that my tongue rejects
make the ink used to write my story
on birch scrolls
reclined and cushioned by decay
I dream as the leaves do
of being the last bit of green before the blue
to be surrounded by the repeating arch of horizon
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