We Lumber A Part.

genetic biography / query:


logging into her
was sweet

the slabs of concrete somehow
laid like stairs impossibly
heavy

she called the garden spiders
gardeners

she showed me her
brown recluse bite scar
like a sailor

so there it was
the maple orphanage
and one I pointed out to her

rocks
more
rocks (minne o'er all)

and the complicated
terminus of the slabs
hoses
black plastic

[conspiracy]
like surgery
in the garden
[the pond]

i imagine koi
each with their own
mirrored data halo

we lumber

a
part