Saturday, July 23
AS YESTERDAY AND TOMORROW WE AWAIT WAR, SO THE NEWS IS WAR AS ALWAYS
I asked what they’ll do once I’m done, why alone they
must go in this world full of thorns and scorpion holes.
This world bones and salts. In the sun I lose the borders
of my body, my smell pulls into sandstone, disappears
into washes where poisons run, beetles with bright legs,
sharp grasses and nightshades. Even still here, still trying,
still breaking, I can’t change anything—this one body
is just another root struggling to slow the whole earth. (CJ Evans)