Is there a better
thing than loneliness?
To hum without
being heard,
Distributing time
to the shadows
And disappearing
into each step
calendar of murmurs
vague caresses about the planet and its water
we could have confused words
but there were doors open
confetti in the midst of darkness
gentle ways
to swoon in a corner with she who
put her tongue in my mouth
-Nicole Brossard
