I
I saw this there, with someone else's brain beating in my ears, thinking, thinking, thinking. I fold my newspaper in half, I empty my glass (or do I smash it, or do I see it for a kaleidoscope, an extra way through to the world I never yet saw?) I calm my feet, slick my nose, unfold the newspaper (or a card game or the powdery...what came after I thought it pretty.)

II
Life is great even when I was—maybe I just need a new font.

III
She asked an answer and I gave her all of and every flight of my bravery. I lick my fingers now. I still try to snap my bones back to the dartboard. I still try to fit.

IV
But he takes that chaos and breaks it anew.