fragments

 

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