Thanks Johanna for posting part of my poem from
my collaboration with Stephanie Young
Here are two more, Johanna.
It's no surprise
my nose is full
at the box office
I want to seat you
& then disappear.
Is it so impossible
to fly? The people I love
are laid up in chairs
& still, they manage to evade me!
What my head said
is hidden. Tells me to pray for compassion.
* * * * *
Off in the creases, the left-furthest
corner, a small voice hidden among
How to even get the time to breathe,
let alone to feel.
Do you want to when it's time-
(the only access). What else
would time be?
Fishing through thousands of things
to come up with the one.