18 Jun Olivia Wood
A WORK NO ONE TOLD YOU ABOUT
A work no one told you about
Its end goal slapping away from its current circumstances like a halved fan belt
And the feeling of displacement is strong
Augustine’s inclination to forget origins entirely, prevails.
And we said meet us in the 7-11 parking lot I am so tired but today I felt good.
And you are lavishing your mouth with the unyieldingness of the dashboard having stood all day in the sun.
And my mouth lay still as a fig on the cutting board in June
And we fed you something from our fingers once, surely.
And you are among the recycling
And you become civic despondency, having stood all day in the sun.
And you are a procedural search executed with care
And you are the even wearing of the quay
And you are framed by my moral urge and the moral urges of others
And you are not a neutral instrument.
And it is true that we do not know what you do when you are off work
And the car chuffing to no one
And I believe that you suffer.
To have been abusive and to be contextualizing is lover’s work—
And we said meet us at the skate park if you’re coming at all tonight.