10/12/2026
all manner
of sticky things
and string
and rope of every
known
fiber—
the kind that will not fail
in anyone’s
lifetime
the kind that frays and sheds,
by degree—
collecting in every depression
the kind that grows quietly brittle
beneath an onslaught
of sunlight—
and one
day
just
snaps.
bindings
are understood
to be
a nuisance
until we learn
too late—
that we are only built
to lean
and sag
and
wilt
