Just off the left
edge, or
Uninhabitable
Let’s all
pretend to be special despite this
lingering
sadness that we can only live or be in one place at any time
be advised, the drama was not quite what you
anticipated, nor
was
the event
on the face of it a simple matter of elements
(wind, fire, water) and our need to be
at
the center of it all, untouched
My map throbs with your attempts to live or are
those my attempts to articulate
something I’ve
already lost
How I want to touch, touch
How I want to take take how I wanted
to put
things where they belong
Over there,
when something really happens, it is slower and
more plodding
than
we have imagined an emergency or an event might be
a simple gap in the ordinary, that is,
this is inevitable; so
I’m taking out all the names and all the things that happen days get shorter, less
light, more darkness
more time to brood
some part of heroism is deciding when to be big
and when
to
shut up
and be small
