June 2025

  fruit fly
born in
  hotel 
   room

It is morning. Remember that.
It is morning and the house is quiet,
so quiet that I can, for the moment, set myself
to wandering. I can sit patient at the door.
I can beg and bang to be let in. I am
turning this way and that. I am circling
the hole in the world of my imagination.
Let me in. I am saying the words, predictable
as any key—…

I swept my house and found another. In every corner was another smaller corner, which the dust mask of perception had clouded out. The table turned into a mirror.The windows of my senses are open and in comes the voice of the stones that make the current sound barefoot. My existence manifests itself, and boiling water today while…