able to sit with the italics
for emphasis,
I drew the four of cups on his birthday –
attached to nothing but the bold print
of his whisper – inarticulate,
except to cats who hear every pulse
of a mouse in the dark – listen
- my aloneness seeks imagination
for a morphine fix –
limbo
-how can we connect to our own hearts
if the pulse pounds in our head
- our head
- our head
- our head
our head seeks thoughts
to feed the amphetamine beat
of a beautiful butterfly wing
or
artery losing blood from the torn-off limb –
but I have three other cups to bring to my ear
to hear love’s whisper today
and I have to go to work