drastic
times
call
for drastic silence—cue
birdsong
(if only
we
could sing for our suppers)
but
between has been suspended
... again
cue
this crowded epithet
these adventures in cardinality
insight in situ
sometimes
I, too,
am just a little slower than I am
if
only we could sing
for
our suppers
drastic
times suspended we all breathe at once
and
when the world grows bigger again
you
wake—
—oh
this is inconvenient
I
pine for simple arithmetic
drastic
inability calls for elastic
sensibility
conversations swallowed
if
only we could be in just one place
if
only we could stop dying
the
sign over the door reads "History" : so this is where we come in
