Keesia feels her language leaving.
One word a day:
“Muffin” she reaches for a beige cloud a
What is the word? “Crumpet?
there goes another
sky toughening to old grey string:
O heart thing:
an October leaf
Time, thief of brainwaves:
her main love
An encephalogram forms against heaven:
first snowflake hums, spins turn into
feather inches from earth floating .
- I’m leaving Brainwaves
It isn’t far from the edge:
a stern Jesus holds an even sterner baby
echo mirror of him
Before immense struggle descends
both arms on fire spread forecast
what word cannot cite