by Matthea Harvey

    For the time being

    call me Home.

    All the ingénues do.

    Units are the engines

    I understand best.

    One betrayal， two.

    Merrily， merrily， merrily.

    Define hope.  Machine.

    Define machine.  Nope.

    Like thoughts，

    the geniuses race through.

    If you're lucky

    after a number of

    revolutions， you'll

    feel something catch.