at the foot of a carved wood desk

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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