Vitrine by Aaron Lelito
It’s like walking through a dusty museum,
the marble floor holding its ground beneath,
the gaps making an oeuvre of echoes
only an arbitrary foot could summon.
The diamond sharp seconds of lucidity.
Thoughts: the marginalia that cleave…
The palate sharpened as language secedes.
Anchoritic Leisure by Aaron Lelito
Shake hands,
talk of this and that,
look up squinting,
drift a bit,
consider the factors of the loss of concentration,
absolve them,
corner the market of feasible sleep,
allow unprecedented obsessions,
counter casual matters.
Pay enough attention to cause trouble.
No one will pay for evasion,
hide the fine-print, or implicate the larger motives of halo-making.
To have perfect focus on something is reason enough.
Close the door and don’t answer the phone.
This site contains affiliate links to products. We may receive a commission for purchases made through these links. For more information, see my disclosures here.

