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Moss in a Tube


   


At the bolted folding table she and I
are chewing bark to fill up mugs
    with spit. I name
this bit we do The Wound Of Our
    Going-on In Peril, and seal
it with a beaker’s drop, and let it run
the whole of the day to come,
    along with a brick
in the washing machine.

Lifeless by the degreaser is a pinkish rag
    a can of Pam and instant coffee and
the dented pack a cigarette seems placed
    half-out by design of the type of half-lit
dawn no soundtrack cares about
acknowledging. This mend
    I felt tender for
    the centrifuge hurls
apart, a product of my will.

The thing is a thing can grow from 
    anything,
can grow on anything
    you can’t see is in it.




Logan Fry is the author of Harpo Before the Opus (Omnidawn, 2019), and of recent poetry in Lana Turner, Fence, Prelude, Shitwonder, and The New York Review of Books