A poem a day in April from Rutgers English PhD students and friends.

Wednesday, April 6, 2016

vi. Morphology

Tectonics: the imperceptible flex
Of the planet—against itself, against
Integrity, against time—as it treks
Through space, a rioting vortex, torment.

Also imperceptible: the moment
When friend becomes fag, when acknowledgment
Dims, when steps across rock fissures broken
By past tectonics fade. Time’s nonevent.

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