“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.
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