9 October 2010 § Leave a comment
A home to match my thumbnail,
it works gnawing at my finger.
I laugh and guide its mucous way
into an earthy place: such temerity!
To forget that unraveled piece of me
with snagged string whose end
is miles and miles from this chair
and this air and this rainwet:
Alas, a labor of no more avail
than the chewing of a snail.