We’ve buried ourselves
inside an insistent drip
where everything is blurred,
fragile and shattered,
like a church for soul scratchers
or orphaned clouds.
It’s the science of omission,
a collision of blank space.
When I fold myself again,
logic adjusts but scatters
like dust too faint to see.
A black scythe has
cut the sky in two.
You hold your piece
while I hold mine
as the void goes on expanding,
mocking us like a
crib recalled too late.

Len Kuntz is a writer from Washington State and the author of four books, most recently the story collection, This is Why I Need You, out now from Ravenna Press. You can find more of his writing at https://lenkuntz.blogspot.com.

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