Danger lurks in the soft thudding of chipmunk against tire, a chipmunk
I never saw coming but pay for, nonetheless. Floaters slip in the viscous
and there is no swatting them away like the new house, looking
like it was delivered to the wrong address distorts the landscape.
like the intruder that floats in my right eye freely redacts imagery. Looking
for answers on ophthalmology sites, unbidden FAQS
pulse to the side of the screen. What is
Justin Bieber’s Cell Number 2011? What is
the Role of Youth in realizing the Dream
of Dr. Kalam? What is WWWSEX? What is
ZENDAYA COLEMAN NATIONALITY? What is
FICA TIER 1? What is Justin
Bieber’s cell number, FOR REAL?
Trending outward, bound for knocking at repairs and service,
and with all of the aboves unknown, I check each exit
for evidence before opening the door.
only the tightening of my jaw in resolve against parts
wearing thin, juxtaposed to the slow exhale of understanding.