creation myth

Your blind mouthed brother the tailor 

was pushing clients off his storefront 

with a broom yesterday

Did you hear the sound of brown leaves burning

outside your apartment window?

How can you say the night wraps me like a bedsheet

if i hide from you in it with wet shoulders slung

Your brother is closing the cupboard door

behind himself - unrolled spools on the carpeted floor

Spiders building lives between downpours

Call off the party

It's not à bientôt

It is a prohibition 

It was voted in