23rd Feb 2010
a trade route
of broken icons
clipped sunlight
with swollen
lymph nodes
did you have a good time?
the blood
the weight
the rubbled
what did I carry?
Who carries?
Who cares?
needles
on the spin
she said I’m no
thermometer I’m no
snag in the ventilator
she said these orbits
need a new orbit
she said you’ll hear
the buzz of cicadas
she said we quiver
on the river with reversible
eyes