“First we make our habits, then our habits make us.”
Snagged
Tantalizing sweetgrass
sucks me under,
tugs me through the current
refrain.
I only wanted to test the waters...
perhaps a skinny toe,
or a gnarled finger.
Never,
oh never
did I imagine
the coursing careening
catastrophe
soon-to-be.
Capillary absorption,
this feeling for which
I seem to maintain a constant desire.
Our commensalism is rapidly transforming,
assuming form of some concept
intense and sinister.
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