Tuesday, September 13, 2016


High up specks of little
birds' wings'
reflexive beating

softly, efficiently 
trips some ancient 
circuit in me, 

repeating—like it or not, 
some invisible 

force is
always working;

an invincible 
nurse—who may 
not care, but whose duty 

it is nonetheless,
to wipe all our 
tears whenever we 

fall—if not 
our sorry 

assholes later on.