Ouroboric

Andrew Weatherhead

No one sees you

When you see them

Sloughing so sudden

Or, done, over-done

Gumming finitude’s feed

A minefields’ asymmetry, just

Another crusty funny

And those rivets—

The tiny, tinny nuts

Between selfsame panes

Aren’t they the cutest?
Andrew Weatherhead is the author of three poetry collections — $50,000, TODD, and Cats and Dogs — and a chapbook, The Kids I Teach, with Mallory Whitten.
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