Between

Preparing to leave this world,
I am shown the images of
underwear and igloos
and CantonPop ambitions.

A rat revealed
himself last night,
scampering over the wall clock
and rattling Ornette Coleman
on his perch.

I left the rat my house
to reside in for 10 days
while Aya wanders
her shy, silenced solitude.

The sky is bluer above above.
The sea breaks apart
against these winds.

No one except for you
sits beside me.



by jerry gordon
3.24.2012