by Dan Rosenberg
Islands are just too-shallow water
waiting for gravity to exact the inevitable.
Or the earth is a knot of discipline
chafing against its own fibers.
What do you call scissors opened too wide?
Ostensive signpost. A cross.
Iím quieting my way upstairs.
The big guy sleeps in his chair.
And if the beard carries a current?
And if the strands have never touched before?
No matter. I speak in absolutes
because you wonít believe me.
Iím outing my lips. What theyíve done.