Housewares
for Tim Yu


All day now she was staring out the window concluding. Sun raise bulb. Four in the morning, three more by evening. Stain here, and here. Spreading.

You flick it off and on so many times it’s indistinguishable from the whole of nothing happening. And I’m wondering, is this energy drink interacting with my lip balm.

The diagnosis is a serious clenched jaw, right under my nose. In place of a referent there’s a shiny interpretation extracted whole from my mouth.

This is the content of my belief. I hope to find new ways to make the base burst. In my palm I hold a clearing in the dark brush. Lit in succession, it’s something to account for, a victimless crime.