this never happened and yet i tell myself it did each morning

by Bobbi Lurie

i watch my mind not wanting to touch the vanished rusty notes remain objects of consciousness heaven and hell inside us each moment birds fly through mental speech dark garden rain olive green cool breath of betrayal siempre mixed with greed awakens jagged-edged-scary-people cruelty sadness tiny pieces of kindness such gratitude for sky unable to believe saying this never happened but remember memory outburst left alone siempre if only been clear to him hagp[p;; tra'k pk trlj  [tri;u the wjp;e es'eroemde wotj wotj ammoe if only