The Anxiety of Coincidence

Your object will have made a good subject

and I should get to tell you so—the bird

with a beak but no mouth, we hear him only

when it’s night in the Dominican Republic

and Syria at the same time. They will find

your marginalia useful in this ink, so try

to spare some. I took dictation only from you,

for whom verbs were nothing and tense

everything. See the difference, they kept asking,

but it wasn’t a question. See how enormous:

camel hauling an empty wheelchair, conspiracy

of hangman men, dried-out song that makes

it snow. You realize we could have walked

home in the hours taking inventory took, jack

of no traits. Bird with no wings.