…signals…
…that look you gave me, just then:
a flash of something subliminal; suddenly,
I’m thirsty, for… I don’t know what…
how did you learn a trick like that?
and when was I ever that suggestible?
when did I become such a master
of such fragile interpretation…?
…don’t speak… shhh…
…an ambulance, silent
on the early morning’s empty roads,
projecting its panic film, blue, over
the trees, the widescreen sides
of the houses: an urgency, amplified
in an eerie noiselessness, a cry
forever delayed, a heart caught
in it’s own mouth…
