Grand Canyon

a blank in earthsong stone
quartz a scream into the void
a thousand tourists hear

to mean joyride when
I mean missing I want
to be a thousand people

at once over the course
of the day it happens a
spectrum of tongue and

skins to slip on to belong
as a cog in the clunky
function of the world


(originally published in Vamp Cat Magazine, Summer 2019)

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