Ruth Baumann: As Evolution Goes
For such a long time, the peacemaker, but.
A world to inhabit, the sun’s skeleton beating down.
So that’s what it’s like. Steady, to be your own.
A man nearby, axe for a head. A man nearby, axe for your head.
Endless corridor of a species. Don’t hold your breath.
Build, instead, a science. Make it speak.
Belonging
The first time I put meth up my nose I thought Oh.
Well that’s a line crossed. Of course
it’s that easy, becoming more than I thought possible,
in any direction—Oh. I have this theory,
that hell & family slink in like that, not
on baby cat feet, but
in one normalized Oh after another.