The actionless verb of sitting in rooms

stares us down; we chew a ham sandwich,

reconsidered, a hammich, circa 2006.

The vibrations of air below the door

mouse the aquatic space of the meniscus

between heaven and here. It was something

that didn't turn out the way I expected, like

the slumber tides that frayed indigo to hell in one

absolute hour: his smile as he looked at me,

as he smiled looking behind me to blush,

locking eyes, works of sound; open/closed,

this is his winter hammich touched my body but



the first inch melts upon the body and leaves

the leaves; four thousand footsteps

and half a footprint later I am here with hunger,

phonecalls, signatures, lovers, an ear

to the ground and an ear to the sky; vibrations

during the aircraft impact on, and the collapse of,

the wtc buildings...



/

or just continuous modification

, triggers as bullets

fused at a difference of gauges and surgery

which is 1/6 the time it takes

to save a hand once bone is scored



I am holding a rumpled sheet

gorija (my cat) and the bed (but don't sleep).

the one who watches? behold

the child, sly and innocent as fire

had fire minded the bell

at hidden mountain;

the mountain bell rings

the mountain bell rings

and we fall to our knees

to listen for its clamour

is to hear its knell

the bump of surfaces;



there's just



the fluid touch of depth

and death and linearality

of finesse and beauty come shallow

six more arguments in our favor;

a boarding pass reread a dozen times

and like any story, unchanging.



//



the lowest common denominator is an appliance

of misapplied science—not enough light to read

hemingway's blues, and



night



a piece of green

devoured by two caterpillars by my father;

buy my father. he said:

and as for that pain, there ain't no cure

for an ache like that, save sleep and time,

and even then—but there's no harm in hope



ful poetry; I told him: I stay out at night

and pray for planes to hit these buildings,

take my body in the smoky ether, collapsing steel

collapsing lungs and feet pinned to the ground:

I can not move and if I could

some nights, most nights



I have nowhere to go and no one to be.