23 April 2019
Postcard 165
Catastrophic -- the floor is always there
Inevitable -- the pull that pulls that pulls the pull
Abrupt -- hard stop
Shatter -- crack crunch crash bash smash
Fragmentation -- each shrapnel piece explodes away forlorn
Scatter -- light catchers all caught and rainbow cut
Diminished -- name is lost in splinters formless, silent
Diasporic -- swept into piles,
in the corner,
under the filthy stove,
cutting into bare feet
Bits of you in LA,
bits of you in NYC,
bits -- somehow -- in Budapest,
bits of you clear at sea,
bits of your underground.
A sliver, red-skin-held, in me
Irrevocable -- assemble with strong adhesive, a new named thing
Constant -- floor
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