This is like when a child reaches into a rabbit's cage
something soft for all of the edges that exist out there
only to snap the hand back fiercely for fear of being bitten
when the rabbit turns its head suddenly;
the rabbit, nonplussed, simply chews its coat.
Lack of sleep
brings back the need
to see what I can save
nothing in need
no emergency here
I persist to claw
On a road in Massachusetts there sits
an ornate bridge with low clearance
I'd have to duck my head for this
fold of marquetry shine
A bridge in Connecticut, tall and loops,
staunch walled pirates of the road
I'd tuck it cool into my purse,
glint of parqueting growth
Although it's thin it tells a good story
Shortcuts are just fine for me
Just so long they don't turn a trick on you
later on down the road
so forgive my mentioning the diaphram, its
slow and metered inhalations muscle-contracting
by centimeters at a time, like intertwined threads,
gently pulling me apart from the middle on out;
permit me the red blood cells' march within me,
little soldiers of affection coming to laze in my cheeks,
hammering center, cleaving middle - the I, defeated,
who cannot stop craning upwards for the
eraser brought to board with time as sound (nothing)
glistening center pulp heathen shine with extract
the world is empty and I challenge the meaning
so how normal to crave the silence of your kiss
