infinite stakes
Infinite stakes; infinite pawns
Infinite cradles; infinite lawns
strand
he wraps cold coils around your shoulders, believing they’ll hold you safely in place
we’re good drivers
we watch for potholes in the road
and every time, avoid them
will the line break?
the line won’t break unless you think it might.
so just don’t.
is it really a face?
underneath the water, in a dark place
little spots of color illuminate a face