Every Tense - Laura Stevenson

It’s too bright out, the heat dries my eyes out and we, we turn over,

we turn over like a wheel

No one stays here besides devils and rockscalers, and they, they know better,

they are gonna disappear but we’ll be here, we will be here

Under the rough that grows itself outside towards the four corners of the Earth

not downward

There is no water under the gravel there are no wet throated travelers

And we turn over, we turn over like a wheel

Under the traps of scavengers, bat your eyes and you are wrapped in them

Kicking of limbs and wriggling endlessly won’t set you free you are a

tumbleweed, a jumble of feeble parts, can you even see in the dark?

You’re carrying all that you own, carrying all that you own and on and on and

we turn over, we turn over like a wheel

We turn over, we turn over like a wheel