what's sifting,
by Cassie Clark Dutton

silence. 

questions asked

not asked

sit in the air

for just a moment

a mere fractal of contrasting quietude

audibly splits this facile conversation

and we all consider

the smoke sifting right in front

There is a fire somewhere

we don’t look to find it

We don’t want to. 

So we ignore, neglect, deny

until it eats up our shoelaces

our feet

calves 

the hems of our jackets

and we are dead. 

Hannah Sy - Rotten