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
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
