Next To - poem by Ariel Riveros

I see it

I say it

I hear it 

I hold it.

The wealth vaults

And I still need

to repeat the sense

because loss overcomes all

Even the certainty 

of bare hands.

The striking far 

chaos. To snatch 

the combination lock of 

complex security prisons.

I expect subtle non invasion,

My sensing owns my expanse.

And the fringes I have nothing

to do with. I maintain. 

The superspreader, the chunky rat

cluster and the black plague 

was never homed. Our rats be proud.

The high gene and proximity to 

height o' God. Salutations,

My clench teeth heat sensed alarm,

Ready to grab cheered infinity back

by word, by bite, by rumble.

I get a review