Losing time, a . . . gain


Wall to wall
                memory is platformed
                into rows
 
Now asleep
Now awake
Now a place not namable
                (asleep)
                                a jagged interlude
                                of spine
 
                rock
                tooth
                decay
 
I am here, I remind myself
                this bed
I am now
                                two faucets
                                one sink
 
I count
                lose count
                forget
 
Begin again
                                stripped

8 thoughts on “Losing time, a . . . gain

  1. I really love how you make poetry out of the details, yesterday a table, today two faucets and a sink. There are so many layers to your poetry. Thank you for sharing them.

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