Sunday, September 23, 2007

How it feels

[9/21 - 9/23:]

A window slowly wiped clean of fog. (No.)

A mirror in fragments on the pavement,

one shard catching the sun,

burning my eye. (No.) A saucepan

dropped and clattering down stairs,

but I am in the pan and the falling

takes days. On the third day I ease

myself out. Stand up. Something trickles

from my ear. The dented pan

still ringing. I place it

on my head.

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