C. Kubasta As the earnest voice often misspeaks, so does the speaker of these poems when it articulates:
Because bi-weekly can mean either twice a week, or once every two weeks, wicked with candlelight, all our plans on concrete, a glittery mess, I see you ‑-afterimage, echo, transcription error.
How dare I think that, I think,
I think, how dare I not think that.
Of Covenants considers the ways we name and structure experience, creating contracts through our legal, religious, and linguistic systems until we are caught in a web of shifting signification, a system in which we “submit to consensus” but “did not participate in the building of this consensus.”
Genres:
Poetry
80 Pages