Weeds grow where they want to; not where they're told to...


Michael Egan



I ordered the day


I ordered the day

like I order my winter socks.

One pair full of holes.


Like I order rooms

by hammering at noise.

Persistent voices.


Gathered them all up.

Spaces happen in the heel

and then never mend.


I ordered the lamb

and expected to fleece it

of its shorn wool.










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