Spite and Ridiculous

Impossible got up and tried
to climb over its rooted wall
fell repeatedly
clambered over
exhausted.

Start a game place a blue tile
adjacent to two white dice
spend the day
seeking feedback
from loved ones.

Took a city bus driven by
resistance to taking any turns
lights in windows
in mirrors more red
than helpful.

In spite of how attentiveness
parses the ridiculous
and tools tantalize
hands’ imagination
evenings wrap.

Bent on rigidity up the back
shred with flow over one shoulder
what we wrote
all too young
dresses us.

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