A shifting margin
pivots on desire
to assimilate under
the purview of theorists
who say the goodies are for
the earning. Publishing
is your real estate.
Texts incise –
a colleague says
efface – bodies
matter too I say
though a text is
a gulp drawn
to signal this
shift of white
curve like anime
in the fold of a creek
still and alert
brighter than blooms
of tea tree near
the bridge from whence
determined pace
marks out what
comes – becomes
gust gale
squall hands
pocketed tongue
tied on cliché –
plastic flurries
each day assume
their currents – paths
of shimmer and smog
(this load of lift)
marled parchment
in colonial clench.
