nonentity

The mountains too will melt and crumble

tumbling into the sea, and every castle

ends up made from sand. The list

ticked down from one thing to 

the next meant to put the world to order

or at least make some sort of map

contriving all these whos and whys 

painting a description of the dervishing down

the drain. A face, a name, some defensive

inscription to sum up this strange

continuity— a toddler excitedly 

offering and then after and then. 

You look both ways, there’s no

there there. The caption below 

a photo you know, the freshly unearthed 

lede. The mirror always gets it backwards,

the self sugar glistening 

slick on a stranger’s tongue.