All you
have to lose
is one
connection
and the mind
uncouples
all the way back.
It seems
to have been
a train.
there seems
to have been
a track.
The things
that you
unpack
from the
abandoned cars
cannot sustain
life: a crate of
tractor axles,
for example,
a dozen dozen
clasp knives,
a hundred
bolts of satin -
perhaps you
specialized
more than
you imagined.
Kay Ryan, Say
Uncle: Poems