I thought objects
into portents
but they were
not: empty
rum jug from Panama.
Crow, uppercut
by a gust.
Nothing but mind
having at
meaning. Meaning,
I am the man
of the house
who lives in
an apartment.
Our public space
closes at dusk.
I check the weather,
the weatherman’s been shot.
Andrew Seguin is the author of The Room In Which I Work (Omnidawn 2017). His other work includes the chapbooks NN and Black Anecdote, as well as a series of cyanotypes inspired by Moby-Dick. A former Fulbright scholar, Andrew lives and works in New York City.