Trevor Root is a poet in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. His work is published or forthcoming in :lexicon Journal and Eunoia Review.
at the foot of a carved wood desk mother this building my business and here in my ginger ale starving our metaphysics fit snuggly to salt rims on all whims my morning moves drunkenly in sync with the sins of my sons not yet born and when they are will go warmly if you ask there is something toiling in the midnight labors of its own destruction i commodify i and the hearts destruction mother from this floor i am watching like child and the red blue and the red blue and the red blue of the draugen meandering on and moaning we who and we who and we who become children always again
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