clicking
making a mess of the sound scape
I projected myself into different forms
in my mind’s eye, nothing quite fit
it was night, late, and things don’t always
fit into the words, or one’s mouth
like language, like a concept
too extravagantly phrased
sister was the night sky
soothing breath of lucidity
a moment of time-collapsing rest
years ago when my consciousness was local
the party, when she took the photo
of our friend on the couch, eyes closed / too cooked
sprang to pose as the shutter went // but my brain photo
is of the second prior