• Vol. 04
  • Chapter 05


Where the bone tapers off
a figure in retreat. Night
and we are all disappearing.
Forgotten how to pose
the hard questions. Brace
ourselves instead for what
surely is to come. We dig up
remnants of the ancient
existence without threat
or malice; me remembering
how it feels to rise and bristle
warm and warming. Skin
against skin. Against skin.