Khadijah Queen
Gear adrift I say—a phrasal anchor in me
& here at the summit no one I know
knows what it means. I stay neat & ask

What did I imagine better before work
before that last time breaking
One Tuesday I volunteered & never again

The drumbeat softens & I still decline to
admit how cowardly & shipwrecked I feel
so many miles from the equator

How fast can I choose differently
a presence I pretend
In the darkest sweater I own I’m almost cold

Leah Constantine