Empty Picnic Baskets

 time seldom kept count as we kicked its shins.

disengaged participants in a consensual neglect.

the fragile diseases meant to teach us gratitude always healed much too quickly.

touch rarely exhaled as we danced on its chest.

manic contestants in a lingering game of when.

victims of perspective. as everything once fresh grew stale in memory.


the hours sold their prisoners. a foul contract of flesh.

deaf choices against the failures of why.

the truth disappeared. like raindrops in a desert.