It’s important if you think it is | On the way to Marsha’s party | in a pink devil costume | left the trident on a train | The hospital lit up | Butterfly and glacier

Fretting over the fate of things | earmarked for various kinds of oblivion | The cargo hangar at night, fork-lifts | wheeling and loading | Mind and death | Frankie puffing in the smoking area | thinking of giving up | Irreversible evil | seeping into the veins like snakes | Subtly vanishing mass | slowly | Cocoon••

from the series fleeting pixel (series of 1,000 poems, 2012–2016)
(this poem, October 2014)