I have backed into where I am
I have breached a continent
retreated to a tradition,
of harm consumption money dry cleaning
I have returned to indefinite detention,
credit card demands
on what can not be said
faster then carbon exchange normal
and again, another sinking island raising stench
temporally not here place
scrawled, expected, intended, positionless deposit made
I have come back to horror finality
first best flavor
don't ask, don’t dream
returned to do not question erased
along a surface skin shadow memory
where speaking never speaks itself
retuned to a memory
amidst rubble like commission
an utterance, flipped gone mimic