Ribbon
I’ve spent all night
with these words inside me
and now here they are like snowmelt.
Like a long dark slipstream of mistakes
trailing out of the future
into the abyss of the of of of of of of of of of of of of of
Are you still there?
I’m a little surprised you didn’t hang up.
I spend so much time
whispering into the ear
at the center of the labyrinth.
I forget other people.
Standing at the edge of an amorphous
blue feeling ringed round by what
did Keats say? I can never remember.
Though I carry it with me
wherever I go. Like the simile.
Like the symmetry I give
the mirror. If you’re still listening
Put me somewhere safe.
Put yourself to sleep.