Orphan
Dirty little rag
In the bathroom
lying on the floor
playing with its bellybutton
Dirty little rag
soft and wet
come just from
the womb
Mother is quiet
but not ashamed
this after all is how
we were born.
Heavy Sleeper
Fish that swim
under frozen water
sleep very little sleep
below such strange roofs
Like the deaf
who stay up late
playing cards
with windows open,
chewing the quiet
like wet balls of bread
None will wonder
in which way
does an echo coil?
while in the stairwell
are steps unsure
if they are going
up or down.
Telegram
Your face
a hanging naked
electric bulb
Mine etched in
character lines
filled with dirt
We alike
as two telephones
speaking to one another
Unremarkable as
noses blowing brains
into a tissue
