Mars.2

Mars.2

Mars.2

                                       to worship
                                       tininess of a
                                                   martyr
                                                   observe
                                                   shrinking
                                                   church in
                                                   rearview
                                                   mirror
                                      the black deer
                                   it turns out was
                                    beige a tan doe
                                    covered in flies
                                     flesh of shame
                                         is nearly the
                                     shame of flesh
                           pressing an unstable
                           clock to cactus with one,
             two, three counts of recalibration
             fuck you who ask for
             forgiveness instead of
permission                          all
             clocks are precarious inscrutable windows