Kneel to the weather. There is a fountain up ahead, glowing,
but no one is on my deck - no bones are dry
in my pocket. Criss-cross, betrayal in my juice cup.
Magic is for fools. Living here, my voice cut,
my pet octopus drowned. Living here
in elementary wealth - nothing but
old-world, nothing but chaos.
So heavy is the window I look through. Brick by brick
I count my way up.
but no one is on my deck - no bones are dry
in my pocket. Criss-cross, betrayal in my juice cup.
Magic is for fools. Living here, my voice cut,
my pet octopus drowned. Living here
in elementary wealth - nothing but
old-world, nothing but chaos.
So heavy is the window I look through. Brick by brick
I count my way up.
By Allison Grayhurst
