1
\nThe mouth of hell is twisting
\ninside me. Your mouth is soft
\nand unbearable. Someone is caught
\nsaying the wrong things. Someone’s
\nbreath is caught. One hand fits
\ncompletely in the palm of another,
\na theory I didn’t test.<\/p>\n
2
\nEverything is precisely in its place.
\nYou tell me what you’re afraid of
\nand I tell you I am those things.
\nI am the police. I don’t feel any
\nparticular drive toward continued
\nexistence. I am overestimated and then
\nunderestimated in a twisting beam,
\na sort of pulsar. Something distant.<\/p>\n
3
\nWe don’t know anything. We sit
\nquietly with our hands
\nin our laps, eyes forward, mouths
\nopen, draining the space around us.
\nSound loses meaning. You are a pixel,
\na green one.<\/p>\n
4
\nYou look at your hands so I know
\nwhat I like. I like when you say
\nsomething is wrong. There is an animal
\nin our breathing space and we program
\neach other to reach past it. I smell nothing
\non the way up the stairs. I know the stairs
\nand where they go. If a person shows
\nemotion at the tip of the world
\nnothing special happens.<\/p>\n
5
\nEverything is halfway. Your lips are
\nhalfway closed. I am halfway out
\nof the car. I yaw in the seat. I never
\nwant winter to come. I never know
\nhow much heat I need. You all look warm
\nis something I might say to someone
\nsleeping.<\/p>\n
6
\nPeople say a circle has no beginning
\nand no end. Show me the beginning
\nof a rectangle. Show me your neighbor’s
\nbest tree. We’ll cut it down. There is
\na constellation behind the tree, but we
\nfind out too late there is also
\na cloud. You might never see the constellation.
\nAt some point we have to stop
\ncounting tragedies. The cloud is gone.
\nJupiter is headed for its house
\nand so are you.<\/p>\n
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