Atoms on Loan
for Bill
The eyelid of a stone in my hand
flutters, and then it opens. I say, Hello?
For a moment, I was a woman with her son standing under an arch made of ancient rocks in Scotland. (You took the photo.)
For an hour in 1981 I was a girl with drunken hair in a
swaying tower.
swaying tower.
For a month or two in my twenties I paddled a boat made of lead down a river of blood with my hands.
