IN THE EASY LEAN
It creeps into the vacant place,
where the shroud is magnified
a hundred times before it is woven.
Larger than an atom, smaller than
a pizza pie. Inscribed, policed, verboten
I am strange at first sight,
Given time I could upset the apple
cart or see myself in everything:
the porcelain crater, the diving elk
We put these pieces together as
if they were an aspect of a larger
whole, or a means to an end. It’s
not. I’m not. I am spinning longer
and farther than you are, and
I look better doing it.
