Aporia or Other Indiscretions


 Courtesy:  Brigette Bloom

Courtesy: Brigette Bloom

The hole in this sink ruptured
under a pregnant moon; hovering, 
relaxed, bindings and exegesis—oh
holy isolation. In recovery
shells, sea foam
of rapt externals, where are
exact coordinates of want?
Or, in other words, how are
breads made, and how are
beds made, and how are
bends made, and how
is this? It is all so un-
remarkable,  a study
of ice, rivers, and tides.