[Cry Beautiful, Nightjar] a poem

            -just when you think,

you become thoughtless,

I, without anything credible to say,

to pull you from the war-torn

dreamscape terraformed the very

instance we said “Hello.”

we are entitled to nothing,

we’ve forfeited that right;

and this hell we reside in,

is our hell to accept-

-from [UnderStudies]

Dontrell Lovet't