listen, she says:
this is important.
there is no border between the countries
of lost and found.
what gets sandwiched
between two plates of glass
*
he says from now on i’ll only do
the things that could kill me: not
the things that hurt.
it’s a form of cowardice.
*
a syringe of tongues
driving each hypodermic word
*
it all goes down
like whiskey in a cyclone
the virga in the eye
*
this is a kind of aphasia:
that momentary silent
blinking self-assessment which follows
the soft collisions
of small children
