United States

18 | she/they | hypothetical astronaut | ekphrastic poet | haunted house

Message to Readers

no gods, no masters


June 21, 2020



the presidents gather beneath the mountain chattering like geese, geese who share the highest office, country club (club or country) they share civilities or coffee at the all-you-can-eat buffet and don’t mention the wars, the mountain says: I will be here when there are no presidents and they nod nervously, wondering if the mountain knows what history it bears, they cough, make excuses to leave the mountain says: there is nothing and nothing you can do to stop time, I am in attendance at every funeral and one day this stone will be sand, the bone beneath me will rejoice, the sun will smell like nothing and like the land the presidents don’t enjoy the idea of time or that their place is the keeping of it, that their place is to watch the dissolve of their faces to dust


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