Perform yourself. Circa this morning
2014. Assembled approximately
after 27 years. More or less erased and
then resketched. Your smooth escape
in and out of your own body.
A jawline of stubble to evoke a carnivore’s
contemplation. A pair of green eyes to express
a pair of sharpened scissors.
Face the wind. The sensation of
falling. Have another drive to work.
Find yourself, once again,
in the middle of the ritual; this is where
you become beautiful.
Have another look at the morning sky.
Don’t use the word: “Asunder”
Use the word: “Blossom.”
Bandage the bleeding sun.
This is the promise of each new day.
That every “good-bye” will become