Calculating Averages

 when the distance first tasted us, we surrendered.

scrambled stitches in time. more arithmetic than flesh.

worn by circumstance. gentle levers against our shame.

selling ourselves in the narratives of broken strangers.


the numbers assemble their weighted bridges.

seldom predators wag their tongues.

the distance ripens

and we are stranded.


the pieces we collect

too heavy to carry.


gravity grins.

as we sink into our footprints.


time licks its wounds 

while we tear out the stitches.