Pieces of Nate

an enigmatic fascination

@ormoreoften. Mortimer’s, 2023.

I’ve found your loose thread
I pinch that confused fabric
and pull

I envision a file cabinet
cataloging the fingers
brushing lint from
your thick coal-black hair

donning a stale corduroy jacket
from a garage sale in Sheridan
and a potted delicate Kya
gave me, step back, and notice

the loose thread —

I drive north of the Cities, past
Duluth, hoping to stumble on a
lake uninhabited, where I dismount
and fixate on the sloping ivory hills

in the frail, wintry evening
a thin frost coats the lake of
your untouched wine, snowflakes
succumbing to the trodden fruit

your loose thread — I lost it

this is my wayward journey
barreling down the boulevard
in an abandoned bus, sideswiped
by entitled drunk drivers