NAIL
The brain, knowing
it can never come
down here, not even
through the gap uncertainty
leaves in things, reaches
out for something out
of reach. A hole
in the middle of this
closes faster than an eye that
doesn't like what it
sees. The body drags
an old hammer from
its tool chest and drives
a longer nail into itself.
Sunday, November 7, 2010
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