this entanglement demands language.

i plod through crumbs, strange chalk,
smeared noise. we have become

a minefield. an unresolved dissonant
chord. rusted remains we must un-

earth, square after square after square.
every morning, i string a plot and dig –

it is a job. c and c sharp: how did we
ever make believe we were compatible?

yet i attempt to chart our minuscule
progress, one millimetre at a time.

Lorelei Bacht's poetic work has appeared / is forthcoming in After the Pause, Barrelhouse,The Bitchin’ Kitsch, Sinking City, Harpy Hybrid Review, One Art, and elsewhere. They can be found on Twitter @bachtlorelei and on Instagram @lorelei.bacht.writer. They are currently watching the rain instead of working on a chapbook.

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