chap chap chap

these are just ideas i need to put somewhere where i can stare at them for awhile that's not a word document i can't seem to be creative in those things anymore i just get panic-attack feelings that accompany beginning an assigned paper

between us there is

a screen which is

a cup which is

a chasm which is

a line which is

a twisted umbilical

of red and yellow wires

in our mouths we must

keep swallowing 

though the length

never lessens,

we are full up with

the casual persistence

of distance

(this is often mistaken

for a wound to suture)

this an animal

which sounds like

a child

Can you look at 

your grandfather 

without crying?