you disappear
like the traceless flight of wrens
on the way home
my footsteps in the snow
become heavier
Atlas Poetica, 37, 2019
A Room of My Own: Stock Ticker Tanka
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*Against the Drowning Noise of Other Words*, CCXCVI: "stock ticker "
a bruised girl’s hand
clutches a slice of bread
in pixels—
a stock ticker flashes past
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