The proximity of a vision to evasion

Held between thumb and forefinger
is a thought
nothing more
just a thought.

a swirl of clusters
a flash of a shadow on the wall

a caught drumbeat
all hallowed out

So long, she said.
It was the last time I’d see her.
It wouldn’t have been enough anyway.

I scrambled down the stairs the next morning.
She scrambled a hot breakfast while I showered.
We always rode the Scrambler first.
I unscramble letters in a rage
desperately searching for something more.
I never find it.

cotyledon
a seed leaf whose task is complete

Screw the lid tight.
There’s nothing left to see here.
The light must go out.

young seed leaves are a delicacy
devoured in the night by earwigs and sowbugs
I’ve fed too many times

unscrew the bulb
cut the wires
disconnect the electricity

Without the light, I can’t see you.
Without the light, you don’t exist.

So long, I said.
It’s been so long.