Yoga tape today
played fast-forward, then upward-
downward-- pen in child’s pose.
Weeds through cobblestones
pulled and piled, blown apart--
roots stay in the ground.
Dishes in the sink
are now...
art opening
instead of a gun
you use a camera
amputees
are your subject
/these poor people/ you say
the walls of the gallery are dark
prints pinned neatly under spotlight
//life...
LACUNA
Another sun unfurlsover chewing gumcanyons, long gnawedby your foothold.
A corpus colossus,hippocamping: you couchin fault lines, hammockedwhite matter.
Stroke mewith each toss-turn —a neuron-starved bender.
Hypoxia will...
