Not that salvation materializes from
talk only. Also,
escape can not live in a
lotus position; five sun salutations
later everything is louder
I can’t seem to learn enough French
restyle my kitchen flippantly
tear down those memories until all the
faces are shattered
Our cacophony loops still–
the overlapping shouting and silence
the footsteps heavy
that door, resounding.
Joy Donnell, USA
The Social Poet 