—I SEE MIMI EVERYWHERE, ANGEL’S VOICE IN MY EAR

 

Non Sequitur

 

This pen

in the bath

still works

ink as wet

as water

poems pouring out

stories being the

best way to

keep lying to

yourself

when you’re feeling

submerged and there’s

no air or anyone

else around

but the solitary din

of nothing in the drums

then a trail of air

bubbles running scared 

off cheek and chin

then pen to heart

dye to blood

everything smeared

as one at last.