Kit Kelen - make believe - for godsbother

make believe

pretend it's a mind like ours made us, made ours

that can't be hubris

that won't even count as superstition

what's memory

without the names?

raft the flood has

here's the hard cold

here's the wet fall

over here's dry footing

the further

from a name

we've set

the more

we see

we need

these crutches

the new words

catch a book by the tail

sit on it

slap

will the truth come

it's in the bucket

flapping about

as if there were

nothing to breathe