where there isn't any war
but there isn't any warmth
and nothing's for dinner.
Everything is deep blue—
do you really want to go there?
It's so clear; you can see
it all—which is more
than a little
like not seeing at all. Once upon
you, it refuses to remember
what you really wanted—
you don't care
you cannot argue
can't feel your shape-
less tongue to name things
out of the gray—that's where most of
them come from;
into the blue
is the place they return to.
