Drew Gardner




The Willful Disjunctive Little Points



the willful disjunctive little points

don’t make it to the shore, because that

water doesn’t exist at all


those are rooftops they moved away from,

with leaking doors like unexpected excitement

moving at no small cost across the hope


it turns out you’ve been drinking it all along, first

as speech, then as lingering, now

sufficiently fueled-up

on unoriginal bliss, wants some help

from the disenfranchisement


defensive, recording and slow, the culminations

either want it, or just forget it, OK?

produces heaven inside the world


shouldn’t you have been more arbitrary?

when it surges up, I can’t believe

that happened again


you don’t remember much, do you?

caught under the skin





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