*
This wall and sunlight
hiding under the faded wallpaper
though its flowers no longer move
--a single 3X5 snapshot
brings the room down
in flames and further off
the rickety wooden frame
smelling from corners
already broken open
lifted alongside in pieces
and the glass in pieces
holds you closer, closer
and your chest keeps warm
--it alone left standing
as if the wall you don’t use anymore
could recognize the place
without getting lost, or your voice
or the arms next to her.
apocryphaltext Vol. 2, Nos. 2 & 3