Tuesday, August 3, 2010

Sticks With Me

Your question caused my head to shake and all
the unswept corners cracked and bled
dust. I forget what the question was. Something
stark against the paper morning,
blurred by noon’s sudden storm and dripping

slowly into midnight’s greedy soil.
What makes a memory
collapse, and petrify, and boomerang
back like a silent spearhead, self-shot and piercing-
ly useless?