The Subject
It’s as if we’ve just been turned human
in order to learn
that the beetle we’ve caught
and are now devouring
is our elder brother
and that we
are a young prince.
*
I was just going to click
on “Phoebe is changed
into a mermaid
tomorrow!” when suddenly
it all changed
into the image
of a Citizen watch.
*
If each moment is in love
with its image
in the mirror of
adjacent moments
(as if matter stuttered),
then, of course, we’re restless!
“What is a surface?”
we ask,
trying to change the subject.
