These poems originally appeared in Otata #40 in April of 2019. I am reprinting them here with the proper lineation.

peace

peace can survive
anything even
paper

ego

you
again every
reflection so tiring

attention

Counting the chairs
you notice:
prime.

Then you notice
that you
noticed.

And then you
notice you
counted.

stretches

hard to believe
this lonely sun
doesn’t know where
to sleep

    throwing
its left arm
around the sky

self

who you are
accident and craft

the only dispute
which came first

third

go on keep at it
  till everything fits
  into two rooms or

stand out in the hall and look in
  and refuse to go in
  either room