Seventy five percent of what you
know has not yet occurred. Can
you talk anything concrete any
longer – a toad, a cup of tea, your
divorce? Beyond what you think is
nothing. A word on my tongue like
thought. How it feels in the mouth, a
tribute to absolute clarity. Half of it
is a wink, the other half trouble.
You can add it up inside your
wallet. But eventually you’ll have a
conversation about something else entirely.
Who let the virus onto the Ark?
Let go and fall into the blue, blue air.