terror is learned

I cross the line (back and forth, back and forth) —

Not a line but a chasmic divide;

What does a change of habit signify?

 

There’s no harm in recognizing the failure of birds to thrive.

 

I see my mom mistily at the airport; she hasn’t seen me — she doesn’t have rheumy eyes but we’ll give them to her for the occasion. She doesn’t have eyes at all. When i was little/younger/young i found great comfort in writing,

Also in clean surroundings, tidiness, the thrill of a white page.

 

Sometimes parting is just a gift.

 

(Are you illegal?)

 

There is no audience.

What to do with lifelessness but indulge it.

Terror is learned.