Payment

And what of it?
A nick in the opening and I’m in.
A sliver of fingernail,
A chink of metal,
One hair.
We had clues,
but paid no attention,
as if there could ever be payment,
for the past.
A drift of dust,
a whiff of air,
a bird wing sheltering,
I close one eye and am buried beneath you.

About Avery Cassell

Avery Cassell is a queer butch San Francisco writer, poet, cartoonist, and artist who grew up in Iran.
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