What Chaos
we played
a childish attempt
to baptize
each other
& found each other
undead
for the time being
as if the ablutions
were working
but we’ve seen
how imitation
& daily use
make for a placebo
that waits
as waiting is all
a completed thing can do
to replace itself
like I could feel
the second death
coming
when I
think about
where they know
my name & make me
answer by it
Originally published by: Cutbank Literary Magazine