Seattle, Tacoma

mountain and bay

I break
for me

to pray

to resist
superstition

and think
that God
knows better

fear and loathing in my chair
fear and loathing in the air

no edge to it
no door
that isn’t already inside it

the prescient
the ident
the marker of memory

the insistence
of an entity
to continue
using tissue

the seat
and chair

the commander
of a trillion

scroll
say
point
speak
write
click
snap

peace for the rebels

I doubt that

you’d need the force
for sure

deep hues

shadow collectives

resurface maul

point him
at the empire

a light at the edge

the ass end
of galaxies

the nazareth
of space operas

so much anxiety

prednisone
and caffeine

nothing in here
wants to be still

the curler next

a puppy lies
in her kneaded blanket

pure bliss

stairs

anxiety

daughters off to the gym

borrowed the headphones

drive safe

I digress

the banana bread
is ready