Ankara (some more rough drafts in progress)

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