Mars.2
By CAConrad
to worship
tininess of a
martyr
observe
shrinking
church in
rearview
mirror
the black deer
it turns out was
beige a tan doe
covered in flies
flesh of shame
is nearly the
shame of flesh
pressing an unstable
clock to cactus with one,
two, three counts of recalibration
fuck you who ask for
forgiveness instead of
permission all
clocks are precarious inscrutable windows
Source: Poetry (March 2016)