Lisa Jarnot
A Few More Days

From Tether 2, page 55

“are all we have on a Sunday afternoon in late
April with the accelerated heartbeat of spring a
little syllable coming together to form a life like
an empty jar with the pleasure of a grey cat on
the gold foam without a sentence or with rain a
few more nonsense terms of homing in a few
more lists of how to miss the whistles in tussles
a few more dustings of the auspiciousness of
the moon too late for spinach devotion
compulsion invocation obligation and exorcism …”