A little zipper whine
that runs along the
convolutes of his ear
licking in under every
bone like a bad emotion.
It could be morning noon
midnight the sound never
stops. He stands watching
a thousand whitecaps go
diagonal on the bay.
Components of today
include a shape asleep on
the floor an erased white
world the tumblers
vibrating in the closet and
he brought the wrong
book. Alive in a room as
usual.
Anne Carson
Red Doc>
[page 34]
Knopf, 2013©
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