The Discovered Ache
A Poem

Press for pleasure/ pleas go on saying & twisting into new diagrams into sandwiches of fortune that scale whatever rising defense I might have scratched out this morning Constantly failing\ falling into last year’s books (again) & writing my way into exploring the same goddamned ache from every angle from every coloured residuum standing in the light stretching out of shadow; enough to tease to reorient the strictures while hatred goes on about its business — -unchecked? We don’t know what evidence will eventually be trotted out but here we have finally called upon some hero & maybe they’ll show up
J.D. Harms 2020
