FINGERLESS MIND

fingerless glove dropped on the sidewalk 
that my bare hand didn't feel missing 

man with a shaved head and eyepatch yells 
is this your glove like a trusted friend  
might ask  - is that your mind 
at risk of drowning in the standstill 
of  a sidewalk tsunami from a jeep 
driving by 

friends don’t let friends completely lose 
their fingerless minds, or at least  console them 
when they do 

all things must pass/ time is medicine
one day you’ll wake up, and/ you are valid/
a gift

I don’t know my mind well enough 
to tell if it's lost, or mine, when someone runs breathless 
to show me what I dropped 

it's an abstract infrastructure, a locked up business 
unreachable institution draining all the resources 
between my ears

more I know what it leaks down to
the pulsing places, softer stickier zones 

the transfer stations and rain barrel realms 
peripheral warming huts,

overlooked not 
underused

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