The Reverse
A Poem

The critic of this one noise has sent up excuses & wants a new dialogue wants new kisses A finger can’t change any of this or it does but doesn’t draw you in any longer Fretted about & worrying that this isolation has it out for you you turn & continue to turn Bent to the justice of shadows the faint speech of the partygoers alienates nothing fine in you Prepared to perpetrate this distance a horizon of envy shoulders the props as you sling your day far away
J.D. Harms 2020
