Fat man through the window bagging up his packed lunch under strip lights

storks in the arteries

the rumbling
muscle underneath
the dip of fabric
that is my pocket


<...made me answer my phone, dumb...>


a parataxis 
of ligament & bone
a dislocation 
of sense from matter


<...it is unexplained, disconnected...>


an accident
an uncomfortable 
glide of cloth
& screen perhaps?


<...a dryness of hope, more likely...>


that way (east) 
there is Poland
& the pure blast 
of Russia beyond


<...extracting revenge, short-twitch on my thigh...>


a tremor in the leg
storks in the arteries
flightless birds, fish rotting 
in their blocked gullets


<...I am ringing, not the phone...>

the boy's bicycle chain shivered as his back wheel jumped the curb