• Vol. 09
  • Chapter 01

Master/Mistress Business

Busy eyes cast for danger
or interference to the peace.

Space around us swells shadow,
morning haze nips us in

and each slips cool trails across
our position on guard

against walls, looking out
keeping those inside ignorant.

Ears know all, hold tongues,
swallow sensibility down

into stomach acid. Gurgling
knowledge becomes compost.