Desert
we have emergencies
we have bail bags
we have chimerizations
these were the years
tell me
what my name was
I just wanted
to touch my debt
hold the physical
weight of its corpus
across my back
the lifetrap’s
montage
data’s
chewing on my lips
some imposed version of the
world
building
made of melted
memory
dream
running through the visions in the scrim
anchored to
a little chair
in the particle mandala
collapsing
to return
Robert Balun is an adjunct at The City College of New York, where he teaches creative writing and composition. His poems have recently appeared in TAGVVERK, Prelude, Barrow Street, Poor Claudia, Apogee, Cosmonauts Avenue, and others.
