Small Talk by Claire DeVoogd

2024-12-16


Small Talk

We’re going through such heat in the interior
nuts relinquish the branch and clatter
fat parcels squirrels amble through, alien
in the natural city, its living ideologies. See
how tall the trees have become now they are lucid
pouring ideas for the sky from green
glass tumblers the sky merely sits in.

Consider that seeing itself is a faith. Each turn
each mote in it. What do you think about mine
t-shirt, money, question, faith. Know this
is a feeling, not an argument, though sometimes
the feeling is the feeling of argument. In me
there is no new matter, question or project
but everything has always been there, or is gone
including those things that remain unseen.

Claire DeVoogd (2023)


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