Eternal Argument, My Ancestry
Somewhere it was leaking. We had our theories—took
the lead from a wolf. Held it under my nose. That’s how
climbing the rafters proved helpful. What could evidence say
if it was a pact or a spy thing? They made a poor showing
of it. Because I’m attached. Located near the crawl-space.
Unsettling, systems broke down. Planets bulging when you
look closer at the synapses. An afterimage powders the
sheen away. Questioned hundreds of times. Would he even
be a suspect if they were absorbed into the proscenium?
Legend has it that the sea gives it up debris. Scatters without
a plan. And looking at my matrilineage, I’d fall into that group.
Let’s assume more sounds were audible. A grimace signals
foreign voices. What particular gravity does she trust? Press
down to listen. I’m the richer for it. Like a mess full of wind.
The attic beams hesitate. Give in. As wind blows and pleads
behind our ears. Emptying more proves it. Small gears left inside.