Karla Kelsey

words to say and or listing or there is no mal intent. Another sort of mahogany, he keeps it vertical as in encased in a glass tube felling the layers up and then down, working with his hands on the side of it. To say it is invisible. To say it follows a pattern of duty and redbud trees in the distance. There is no mal intent only the zero of. And the layers up and then down become confusing as the man in the moon, a sorrow like the satellite dish and some words the texture of violets. And so to say to veer off in a delicate corner where the light is kind and I can replay and re-say as he moves up and down and for a moment pauses, arm muscles quivering in glossy air