Chris Pusateri

 

 

 from Sight Acts

 

11.

 

Orphans without

Titles are September

Trees.

 

In the lumber beyond sleep

We stagger

Our cues.

 

Forgetting the boughs

But not how the birds

How the birds

How the birds

 

 

 

12.

 

You can grow no stiller.

 

A grammar of shame

Bothers what brought it

 

And never does the stammer proceed.

 

 

 

22.

 

In the frail skin of autumn

Things are different.

 

The uncertain spine of

Biography bends.

 

There's a name for this

Disorder, but it's lost

Amidst the flickering seasons.