Monday, March 29, 2021

Undoing by Khadijah Queen

Undoing 

In winter traffic, fog of midday
shoves toward our machines—snow eclipses
the mountainscapes
 
I drive toward, keeping time against
the urge to quit moving. I refuse to not
know how not to, wrestling
 
out loud to music, as hovering me—automatic
engine, watching miles of sky on the fall—loves such
undoing, secretly, adding fuel to
 
what undoes the ozone, the endless nothing
manifested as sinkholes under permafrost.
Refusal, indecision—an arctic
 
undoing of us, interrupting cascades—
icy existences. I cannot drive through.



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