Did you accidentally summon me?
Out with Shadow, at the crossroad
listening to the Wilson podcast on how
to translate death imagery
in the Iliad—the freeing of limbs,
as if one’s body parts were tied
in a knot that death loosens
upon striking. A truck
dashes by advertising
interior demolition.
Most encounters now chance-
determined.
listening to the Wilson podcast on how
to translate death imagery
in the Iliad—the freeing of limbs,
as if one’s body parts were tied
in a knot that death loosens
upon striking. A truck
dashes by advertising
interior demolition.
Most encounters now chance-
determined.
If this note were to ever reach
you, please forgive my scream
when you bumped into me while
fooling around with the other kids
at the park. “Tag, you’re it!” You weren’t
out to give me the disease.
Your laughter, carefree, my “niña,
¡pon atención!” terrifying you,
built-up panic and rage unleashed,
voice turned menacing extremity.
If you choose not to it’s only fair.
you, please forgive my scream
when you bumped into me while
fooling around with the other kids
at the park. “Tag, you’re it!” You weren’t
out to give me the disease.
Your laughter, carefree, my “niña,
¡pon atención!” terrifying you,
built-up panic and rage unleashed,
voice turned menacing extremity.
If you choose not to it’s only fair.