UNLINED

 

quantify yourself then if it’s so important

I overlap my own definitions and erasures

being here and just here as we always are

with no need of normal not even as sense or any use for it either

 

you’ve drawn your chalk outline of you there

defining in-to and out-of existence in one curve dusting

 

it’s done, it’s over, it’s entirely passé it’s normal now

it’s dead, it’s dead and you’re the one who killed it

need pinning the butterfly up in eternal admiration of her wings

 

lion lines red and yellow too loud for crowdsourcing

unbox yourself off this page fam, you’re the window

you’re the only doorway through which you’ve ever seen truth