Author Archives: Zak

inside,
no problem.

a woman holds
a worm
in her palm.

i went into a
public space

safe to touch
another.

surrounded by
the pale blue haze
of its diesel engine,

the floor feels cold,
though it is not wet.

terrified men
cowering with weapons.

a
version of the truth

various vegetable oils.

it’s nice to watch
wind.

terror answers the door.
terror grips the gun.
cowardice squeezes.

due to your
general anonymity
i’ve projected all of my
hopes and wants
onto you.

it’s always an uncertainty,
whether it will be
collapse,
or understanding,
that changes us.

it did not require
almost any
physical effort
on her part.

not real cars,
though they look more
and more
real every year.

guru priest
pastor politician
comedian leader.

a woodstove, maybe.
slate floors.

some people
go skiing at night.

it’s barely 7am
and the day can’t get
any better.

do you lean slightly

not quite
the viscosity of
burning tires.

but it is not
waiting.

i take hawthorn
for my heart.

and who the fuck wants to

it’s still in here.