Narrow Negotiations
September 21, 2020Poetry by Rusty Morrison
See shapes of bodies you thought you were in damp cotton jeans silk shirts.
See shapes of bodies you thought you were in damp cotton jeans silk shirts.
A heartless leader and legions of nameless heroes define this tragedy
It’s a constant re-reckoning: an existential dusting of hands, a hitching up of one’s pants.
But I have reason to believe moments of intense clarity and energy have a rhythm that can be experienced in the here and now.
The virus demands a deep imagining of death.
Although imaginary numbers are vital, I long for the intersection of your path with mine.
I remember wanting to surf and ski from the minute I became cognizant these activities existed.