Back To Quays by Ariel Riveros

Because my life up until

table calendar 20 

and not my memory

has been erased 

The latchkey snotty

kid won't be social 

workerised, even by grads

voting tory praising God

A gift high heaving 

a bunch of chambers 

on a keychain commerce

of promise.

Wind wave coastal

chiming. This is my

exit strategy. Open

All doors by heat sensor.

just to take out the bins

check the mail.

A wire mountain range

catches up with locks.

Front door, elevator buttons

Garbage room and mailbox.

IN THAT ORDER

Tests were elegant

or processual clunk. 

Future: the wire mountain

flattens to nothing

neither more nor less

The key is a firework,

dear year, wepts as

wasps. Pocket is now

house. Home is now

New Year's waiting to

happen. Paperclip

self care unit run

a line from my

grey noise 

well tempered

equilibrial clavicle.

hysterinoia. guilty

sigmal. Tooth floss

all the way from here

to letterbox. Organised.