brain photo

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