Where she lived the hills have died
a peaceful scruff.
Women string knots around concrete
men string knots around concrete;
environment and scent.
What is encouraged, tied
to feelings we can’t unravel.
Are we humane
in our talking
in our attention to
walking through this siphoned air
objects in their abandon, unmoved.
Speech, flushed ruptures
in our talking to
in our attention to.
Wearing your sweater is a b natural
as mouths know pitch—sound.
the whisper in objects
her mouth talking back to.
I have to learn listening.
I beg these askings to be examined.