… and truths confused.
By J. K. McDowell
March 2016
I have eaten my imagination by mistake.
Healer, tell me how does soul mending work?
This is a wounding before “once upon a time.”
Leap but do not expect the net to appear.
That extra day last month set you back weeks.
An apocalypse planner is rarely reliable.
I suppose the anger is from a zigzag mix
Of emptiness and enchantment. Freezer burn,
These leftovers, even warmed, are unfit to eat.
Tonight the call goes out cryptically universal.
Touching everyone and impacting a few.
Spirit fingers tipped with invisible sparklers.
Mealtime, the woodpecker hammers the oak, a distant
Yet reassuring sound. Hallowed echoes and
Elsewhere dinner conversation dissolves in anguish.
James, this is an asymmetrical voyeurism.
Infection and conjuring, touched at a distance.
Dances of windows, mirrors and truths confused.
Spirit fingers tipped with visible sparklers actually felt across the short distance that is Lafayette. !
Phyllis Nauman Sent from my iPhone
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