A tree set on fire with invisible flame. The
in- before visible is not the in- before flammable. In case of fire,
break glass, also invisible in its way. Glass fronts the memory box.
One laughed to hear the phrase “glass student.” As a child, I had
a see-through plastic woman I
opened up.
She was like my wooden map of the states when I put each in its
place, except they refused my
eyes passage.
Livermore labs and Heart Mountain were
left for later on. He snapped
at my “philosophizing,” said he couldn't bear one more minute of
it. Meditations,
like documents, come in boxes. I have records of emails, attempts at
blackmail. You say you have a match, but I have fire retardant. The
poem is glass; its edge can frame or it can cut a
man.
--18 April 2015
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