Words Feel Like a Shelter: Keighly Baron

April 10, 2020 Kate Belew with Keighly Baron (New York City)

I wait inside, cutting time a rusty saw. 

oxidizing the hours; never been a builder

but splinters always made a lot of sense.

Pseudo-home, should have made you to last

but now nomad, maybe I'll learn something new. 

packed up what I thought was tomorrow

in a stick and bindle that I called cancelled 

and brought the picnic with me on my back

I meant to say panic but 

it all tastes the same now

and I was never great at spelling. I think that now 

words feel like shelter and time the only constant

when every morning I wake up and ask, what?