Nor aught storied
though intrepid
you pad through mud,
surprised, still,
by consequences.
Ever quaintly analog,
if not bimodal.
Why not run
(in your head)
the tape before
the gun?
& wonder at its bolting,
its savor,
its salvaged & oft-reflected
tarnish.
Then sell us,
until the deal
is sealed:
no story
‘til there is.
2.
Once enough
or else at times—
sub silentio &
sub rosa, if not
nunc pro tunc.
Res ipsa (speak for me).
Psych (out).
The timbre of her voice
(a wavelength that defines you)
the terror of its loss,
the grating fact of it.
None of it novel,
every bit strange.
You & not you,
your desire & your
embedded thorn.
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