copter circling overhead. Metal
or glass on my teeth, uncertain.
A glass of water in the distance.
Focus on going hungry. The
dormitory’s sole webcam.
Piecemeal thoughts. Exist-
entialism and paranoia.
Each stanza is a window
with a view of only one
tree. You had because I
wanted. Only that one tree.
Rainy writing. Sleet in a
glass of water that exists.
Hungry for shadows or
Colorado. Unshackled
focus, leaning in on
winter. Dried rinds
at the foot of a pine.
A knotted whirl of
needles. Kneads
whorl. Needles’
needless words.
