just because there is no last breath
to mark the close of the life of a thing
don't mean things
don't live and die
but do we ever celebrate the life of stuff?
where's the grief and rage and eulogies?
the fortune of the disposable
is a short ride to a mass grave
knowledge is still river rocks and plastic beads
currency is still Crayola
loyalty is still an open ream of paper
love is still a falling firework
art is still pink lips on a discarded napkin
knowledge is still river
loyalty is still an open ream
love is still a falling
art is still
I am Queen and
I am King
I take the Ring and wear the ring
And wear a dress if I damn well please
And speak and breathe and love
we hold breath
still to see
awaiting the fall
oh gift oh mercy
the fall is brief
Jay Buchanan is a queer, neuroatypical writer based in St. Louis. His poetry and art scholarship appear in ASAP/J, Otoliths, Tesserae, and Rava Vavàra. He is also Managing Director of Idiosynchrony, a podcast qua collective sonic artwork. His writing is also forthcoming in ASAP/J.
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