In the never—sleep of dying
I imagine death a needle
threading itself in and out
of the seam between land and sky
that is one moment seen
on the horizon—concrete as a tree
or a boulder—and then is gone.
It is that fast,
You co [...]
After three hours
my sister's arm cramped
and I took over applying pressure to my open incision.
Four johnnies later,
still on my side and hemorrhaging
in the emergency room, I thought of that
single sparkler spitting blood,
an artery nicked by a kni [...]
Tonight I walk home through the park
along a gravel path, stopping to sit under a lamp
that casts its net of light over a cement bench.
I rest, spreading my limbs across cement that releases
its hoarded cool to me, and my pain uncoils.
I absorb the n [...]