The brain, like the earth, lies in layers.
Floaters dart and punch. I see the field.
My face stays numb. Keep your eye on the target.
Click the button when a light appears.
Last night I read “So little evidence is left
of what had vanished.” I can’t always follow directions.
-Patrica Kirkpatrick
Foreign creatures crawling through the night
Stepping over mismatched cobblestones
wincing at wicked mixtures and empty dance floors
wandering up steep stairwells
opening into noise
