IF YOU SAY SOMETHING, SEE SOMETHING

for Emma

It didn’t happen that fast

clobbered by the silt of mineral movement

tempted to board the welter

of inspecific media capture

burnt like leers on the sprain.

Cajole me into oblivion if not

obliviousness, clotted clearings that

jam like slate. I didn’t

mean to do it—intention

doesn’t even enter the equilibrations.

Send me away, I’ve never been there.

10 December 2008