Not breathing well,
Eyes even with
The stairwell,
Not a genius
Or smart some,
Between us, I don’t
Know where to
Start from,
Problem
After
Pro
ble
m
,

So I
Work until I
Hurt I
Exert effort I
Make it better I
Miss I
Rest I
Return relentless I
Turn a sentence inward
toward an endless
infinitesimal
diced up
decimal—
discovering
the ineffable
inside— less
and less—
thinner and
thinner the more
inner and inner the
stillness settles—until
nothing itself will be— will
exist— because it’s a piece
of me—because that’s
where I’ll go when
I cease to be.

I, like we,
Tie together
Disconnectedly