Now Still, Surrounded
Everybody’s been buried
lately, or maybe that’s just
this variegated disconnect,
an interaction affect painted
in disuse. Waning discipline
of touch, of small-talking to
semi-strangers. A slow self-
burial, now still, surrounded
by the soil of insistence. Idle
hands pulling – piling – on
ever more while the figure
makes no other movement.
Interred, wide-eyed,
in the endlessly
changing endless
lone moment it-
self.