~ after Remedios Varo, “Homo Rodans,” 1959; sculpture: chicken, fish, and turkey bones; and wire.
Infinite loop, eternal recursion,
alchemy of what comes back
to turn into what it was before,
as well as what it may be pre-
ordained to be— Now you have
rooms of bookcases from years
of telling yourself you should
read more novels and fewer news-
papers (actually for the crossword
puzzles); should listen to opera
especially for that moment the singer
opens her mouth and suddenly an entire
hushed auditorium becomes an echo
slipped into her lungs. Once,
in a secondhand book bin, you found
a book that had gone missing for years.
No question about it: your name
pencilled in the flyleaf, faded
notes on the margins. Creases, dog-
ears; faded receipt marking a page.