Preference II (2017 Edition)

the question is something along
the lines of moving half a body;
checking seams in the mirror
against the wet gap

of your joints / considering the
likelihood of being a request
some day     collated features
a clean line running down & up,
insert a siren call, worried.

so the big sun drips a little light
through a closed window
& my face shifts its weight towards the floor,

shadow leaving a stain, here I am with my face
flooding against it, starting to figure it's
not quite blood that gets tainted. I tried to neglect

the word language, here, hostile
as it is, but. what ever
particular it is
suits me.

freeway (for asha)

One day I hope to learn
who taught you how to
run there's
no way you'd know
   how many other
ways there are to interpret
a disappearance     and maybe knowing
is not having and maybe not
having is enough. It’s just
dragging the whys out, now; bigger, closer,
less distance to maintain. We all here got used
to it. I imagine you remain
in motion.