Anon Baisch
Moments in Symmetry
Ordinary hands are peeled
off cold faces :: moments
that have not begun
peel off :: the value
of thickness in the overcast
night :: there is a symmetry
to blindness when a body is
awake at the edge of a broken
bed :: the river
is not analogous
and so we are left
with the seam
of silences :: the humidity is
indifferent :: the rain is
not cached
for metaphor :: the gravitas
of a damp bench is
lost :: everyone is
consumed with wandering :: our
homeless bodies
fuck an old eclipse :: and
again the nothing
Sudden Were
—The cache of dead light :: Don Paterson
Mouth closed on the last
morning :: there were things
waiting :: but the nothingness
instead :: departure is
not as sudden as we
imagine it :: it is not
the eyes that darken into
blindness :: there was always
a moment when the hands
wanted a last
push :: we are abandoned
by the fabric
peeling off an old face :: it
is not that obvious :: there
is always a series
of doors closing
the between :: nothing
is locked but we do not
believe it :: the layers
of dead light pile
up in our old minds ::
the cache of loneliness
is unfillable :: but in some things
we will not give up
Anon Baisch is a data analyst working in the semiconductor industry. Anon’s poems have been published most recently in Defunct and New Note Poetry.
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