Still lying in the backseat behind all my questions
Fishing out letters, snapshots, stains
I wonder whom I should call? A plumber –
(feel the smooth channel he escaped through)
I went alone to see that balcony
Coffee too hot, stale ashtray smell turns my head
I felt the life sliding out of me
Paste it together in a different collage
And I didn’t realize my mistake
A hole is nothing but what remains around it
I liked the light enormously so why did
I obey the bell that called me in?
these words sit, unwritten
unfurled and unfettered
-- Julie Jordan Scott
with collaged words from Naomi Shahib Nye, Maxine Kumin, Leslie Williams, Matt Rasmussen and Sherman Alexie
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