I dream a basement
in a boarding house
and I must go
down into its splintered
silver light searching
for cargo and machinery
crouched in corners
everything flashing
Kelly Norah Drukker | CAESURA
CAESURA windowless the rain mourns black cabs on the highway speed by empty buses passengers thinned like weeds no one stops speaking into tunnels of phones searching voices for faces wind gleans the alleyways recycling joggers jog in place gloves discarded fall like broken geese […]