“Make It New”

I find it helpful to imagine writing in a blizzard with every inscription designed to prevent snow crystals from drifting in. Avoid the hive mind. Go fly a kite, raise a stained glass window in the sky. It’s the opposite of making love to drudgery, what I do for a dying. Remove the bitter sediment trapped in the brewer. It will be new whether you make it new or not. It will be full of neo- shadows. Full of then— both past and next, iridescent with suspense. Remember time is not the treasure revealer. More a midge larva creeping through a waterfall releasing suction feet. The curiosity rover lands on Mars! New is a hooligan. It breaks the reckoning frame and rests in pieces. Let me collect its dna from the tears on your desk.