Treatise
A Poem

I hurt but that’s not news The erratic reading for the day ending in a series of ellipses Closing the blinds so the glare doesn’t hit too hard feeling disingenuous in the world of early darkness To become fragmentary I begin recording odd moments out of sequence I thought there was a working flashlight around here but that must be some other house Deigning to use a diary as something other than list paper was a new concept I can’t remember the last time I read a horoscope Dinner may be happening sometime soon but I’m lost in this work a bit longer
J.D. Harms 2020
