What if your brain is a shell
And you an emptied bullet
And your mind a gap
What if you scattered present with past with
What comes may come won’t become because a blast
Blew apart the calendar, every time and hour and all your
Boiling,
oozing,
bursting
thoughts.
What if the bang of the gunshot
Was not enough
and the ring
Of your nerves was all you heard.
What if your veins shivered
In the skein of your want for undoing.
What if they clung to the blood
And the bone
and the weight wouldn’t let go.
What if you were alive
And unsheathed
and your skin
Never came open never unopened
Not letting the bullet break out nor letting air rush in.
What if what you almost did
Splattered what you are and were into a single
Wound that never almost emerged
What if it stuck
And you were shot in the mid-unstruck
Waiting for a hole for clarity for the light-breach-sound-span-galaxy-abyss.
What if you scattered present with past with
What comes may come won’t become because a blast
Blew apart the calendar, every time and hour and all your
Boiling,
oozing,
bursting
thoughts.
What if the bang of the gunshot
Was not enough
and the ring
Of your nerves was all you heard.
What if your veins shivered
In the skein of your want for undoing.
What if they clung to the blood
And the bone
and the weight wouldn’t let go.
What if you were alive
And unsheathed
and your skin
Never came open never unopened
Not letting the bullet break out nor letting air rush in.
What if what you almost did
Splattered what you are and were into a single
Wound that never almost emerged
What if it stuck
And you were shot in the mid-unstruck
Waiting for a hole for clarity for the light-breach-sound-span-galaxy-abyss.