carve magazine｜fall 2019
Dialogue with a Fly 4
arguments toward incremental change leave the street
unrecognizable
and the harbor like a mouth fills with sand
a dream, the past can’t be reentered
so disaster takes the shape of a policeman
how certain they are
of their shoulders
in a line in a field of gray grass
I would reimagine them entirely or not at all
it takes centuries to make land arable
and they’re standing on what must be the last of it
with a fence and vast fire behind them
what do you say to a policeman
what do you say to a fire
show them your hands, show them your knees:
they must seem to them like anvils
to be dropped out of the clear gray sky