never to forget
the day I dragged you home
setting you down
every once in a while
on a bedazzled drift of snow
II
where do errant
umbrellas stray
after they have lost
their way?
III
every life turn
can be explained
with a prefix; all of time
sliced and stitched again
IV
the seamstress at Buchenwald
grew to love transposed tattoos.
how else could she have laboured
with such devotion, such sang froid?
