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Home as a Haunt

Reconsidering or considering companionship seems

too studious or perhaps

even too stubborn

for someone

as careful as yourself. This pathway

pardons care, but what you have

when you’re all free of care

and gardens makes

as much sense

as where you began.

America’s farmlands haunt your syntax,

your sense of being, or at least

the filter between an object and your notion of

what it means

to exist as an object.

To be ablaze inside the color blue like a fixed identity

is to place a word

over here and another word there beneath

the first. This life maintains

its level of supposing so stoically

that you would think intention had given birth to it.