“My nerves are bad to-night. Yes, bad. Stay with me.
Speak to me. Why do you never speak? Speak.
What are you thinking of? What thinking? What?
I never know what you are thinking. Think.”
loop then
loop again
less a helix
than a
celtic knot
so tell me
again what
you are
tell me
to the last
what should be
your last word
loops back
and you
tell me
and your
like a screw
are driven
my feet
my hands
my heart
my thought
like an insect
fixed upon a pin
I am collected
(March 2012)

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