entropy – a measure of the disorder or randomness of a system

by Ross Robbins

You must remain in
your place. All order
is cut from below
at the knees, crumple

I cannot prove
my past
except to say

moments hover in
my mind that
could have been
this morning; flashes:

at four years old
beside a tree. My first
stitches. Tearing wallpaper

and my dad tearing me
out of joy by my arm
growling in my face

past is
melting snow
in a copper pot
to wash a cut

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