Some Categories Arrive At Their Precision Through Ambiguity
BY SIMON CRAFTS.
breaking in my
new boots fell
asleep in my
makeup joy of
surplus so much
of style is simply
intention a face
being a face
scrape the dirt
from beneath
the nails painted
the color of ice
chips clarifying
the argument
makes it less
convincing I’m
feeling much
lighter within
a dark & glassy
fiction my days
punctuated by
climax drinking
huge clouds of
potassium I’m a
picky eater in
a rotating wind
I go kiting while
idle abandoned of
form evacuated
of content actively &
gleefully decaying
Simon Crafts is a poet and teacher living in San Francisco. Their writing has been featured in Social Text, Jewish Currents, and The Poetry Project Newsletter. You can follow them on Twitter @salmon_craps.