A Query for Elliot

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With thanks to Mr. Robot

 

Pictured you peeled back from sunset, that shadow’s step

ahead of rusted tabby receding hairline, pulled taut across

 

square-tusks of rooftops, shivering loose all the dandruff

ain’t fit to be gold. Compose a glow holed up from daytime,

 

drumming notes from the underground, rapping angles at

keyboards to bring a satellite down. Thought you would’ve

 

tapped the telegraph, crunched bitrates of Oxycodone,

compressed clouds into conversation, until tugged at, then

 

dispersed by slapping paw. Instead, tail wag at the terminal,

slip under Hubble without a scratch or a claw. After all,

 

favor that orange crush of windowpane from empty-set

of boxes, preferring Amazon over analog directions posted

 

by the front door. Coiled upon asking price, what do you

whisper in when tickling blank-space of search engines?

 

Ordering kitty treats to rid yourself of mouse breath after

a kill?

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Way of Papyrus

bible toilet

Find me by the hours, the ones

you’ve slept through, in the jokes you missed

and graffiti paid no mind, in the fungus of books,

the parchment gone the way of papyrus, and the long view

doctors might’ve mentioned that day

you were born.

 

Look for me by the rusted car parts, husks of steel beetles,

no sinew. I’ll be scraping the cuticles, the charcuterie

down to slivers of tungsten, while batteries

turn since there are other

ways to pay.

 

Catch me, toasting by the post office, emptied of letters,

stuffed to the windows with pigeons past

their carrion point, hollow bones

won’t ship ground

nor express.