morning and time again
to fit teeth
back into face
repack burdens and secrets
let loose in the deluge of dreams
I look for a refrain
a place to hold meaning
a ritual to carry wreckage
processing inheritance
the electric strung muddled pink delta sky
the rigging of a great ship
its great masts
I swear I’m tumbling toward resolution
as the I slips into time’s
glittery blink
then dark
I swear I see better in the dim
and din
I’ll be fine tomorrow
when pebbles pour
from my mouth
call it the shape of the world
a lock or a key I keep—
this is the part where my teeth fall out
where I let go
inside the great commute
and the body cedes
its light one lumen
one moment spent
gone here
into the next
next
every day dissipates
each sound dissolves
this is a soothsay
listen to the water
boil the frog