Wednesday, August 20, 2014

Between Bugs

44 months ago
a black bug arrived
at Nakanoshima.
We were there.
How do things happen
in this world of
mountains, concrete
and seas? There needs
to be meetings
and departures.

A scab formed
across my right eyebrow
and fell off
close to 50 years ago.
Where is it now?
At times,
the scar is visible
and still itches.

After your call this morning,
a black bug appeared
on the kitchen counter.
It ran towards the coffee bag.
I looked away
for a tissue to grab it.
The moment later,
it had vanished.
I searched and searched,
but some things
can't be found again.

How many moons remain
until you stop bleeding?
How will that tiny bug
find its way into your womb?
Bodies guide us
towards and away.



jerry gordon
5.26.2014

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