The boy brought up to be a bricoleurwill become an engineer
he has a heart that wants to repeatto shoot bottles not rabbitshe who steals no breath has no breathto give me in the darkness
it is possible to rise flatlyalong a horizonthat is only a sign for more water
what is a cycle but another generatorto whirl us into the same inaction
I don’t want a grand systemI can build my own fucking rowboat [End Page 50]
Caroline Crew edits ILK journal. Her own poems appear or are forthcoming in Bat City Review, Whiskey Island, PANK, Salt Hill Journal and others. She is author of the chapbook ‘small colours like wild tongues’ (dancing girl press, 2013). Currently, she lives between New England and Old England.