Forcing

Angelic un-inspiration 

wash how fresh
I see my heart, 
uncanny quail egg 
too small to cost 
so dearly, feels not,
feels naught, 
fuels not, 
cracks rot,
cavalier grocer 
edgy expirations
novelty temptations, 
who here buys this
buys that, not me,
(parent voice)
angry glances at the other
cat 
force sweetness in this
toddler talk of death. Time is
Time was. Time’s past we
don’t know what’s next 
I look for tears to share
but that’s not what

we shed