The Gravity Sandwich

Do you ever reevaluate the roles yeast and dusk once played on your table? Under the hazy grocery store lights, lists once glistened and the world’s weight dovetailing each bite found rest there forever.

You conjure them on sleepy afternoons, humming along sticky resonances. The rasp of crumpled photographic fragments weathered to blurry nothings, through fingertips facedown on coffee rings unseen.

Life much like lunch grew moveless heft, seasoned richly in careor lack thereofatop childhood porches sparsely guiled into vibrant oceans of marigold worries around second strides under unforgiving skies.

Pathless Roads We walk not filming visions, anchored by clay figures shaded positively sovereign without sandstone remainder lights a softer landing.

Scatterings & Delays greet dawn’s advocacy; blue pebbled sum metropolitan intersections old notes unfurled, purgative.