“In the beginning Coyote sung us into being.
Our being goes on because we sing it anew.”
— (unknown origin)
In fish-like tandems
we go on weaving
through
this parking lot of glut
his burden is too many
too much
persists without
even so much as a squeal
you look so tender
slick-dressed in all black
slicked back hair
i would rewrite my
mythology
for a spate
mistake after mistake
building artifices
upon the artificial
sentience may not always
be a gift
across
the Centennial Bridge
more PFAS
in the drinking water
due to economic boon
one might become stuck
wondering
about the gravity of
molecular things
which is just short
of annihilation
seeing all these bouts
of cancer
and somehow
believes
it can be dodged
in a moment of internal
politics one unravels
in a return to annihilation
the auditor
thinks they heard
invention and spends
a lifetime listening
for the song that reinvents
daniel j flosi is a fire systems technician living in Rock Island, Ill. He has poems recently published in ē · rā/ tiō and Grains, a micro-chapbook with Ghost City Press. He edits and makes books at Stone Corpse Press.
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