Sunday 12/19/2010 12:41:00 AM

now you say. is how. as if broken rudders can steer us. closer to that maddening breach. now you say. as if there was ever anything else. beside this pale eruption. eyes and skin. searching for. finding. the moment. they were whole.

dull knives. scraping. loose skin. as if there is something below.

the current travels. without contrition. to blood to bone and far beneath it. the cuts in the paper arranging their shadows. to align with the abysss.

something so far. like the weep of numbers as my math comes undone. something close. like the shock of how lost we are. amongst the wolves.

left listening . to the squeal of the pig.

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