“alone you’ve finished
what no one began…” ~ Alejandra Pizarnik

Because the lost spoon never finished
its epic banquet, I delay coming
to the novel’s end.

For anything is still possible:
the hidden narrative of the universe’s origins
is tucked into a space on a double-toothed

nit comb. The seed that cracked
both earth and heaven as it grew
is churning in the white belly

of the cow. And everything is change:
the flame quiets to a broody ember,
the ember powders into ash.

Just because I close my eyes
does not mean I have forgotten
the bread I left to rise.


In response to Via Negativa: A Glimpse from the Gutter (Alejandra Pizarnik).

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