a deadlock promise indifferent

a deadlock promise indifferent

to what it takes to fulfill--lisa gordon


you tell me one face, lead the wavering chase

into the next. your voice sounds of underwater digital

cameras. your hair smells of tomorrow.


what we promised grew exponents ever on the right side

of the point. change was in the trees throwing light

to the ground, wasted & waffling in the space allowed.

photosynthesizing, exchanging our waste

for theirs. we didn't have to use words


still, i carved your initials in the rough

bark, connected them to mine with a heart.
you cut it down so you could write

on the pulp and burn it

all over again.