, , ,

there’s a fragment of a face

and then lips move.  you say that

you aren’t watching, but i can

see that you are.  the nose it

twitching, the sea is rising, but

you say that you love the salt,

to taste it.  where is the war, i

ask.  you can’t answer because you

are shocked by the distance,

the view to where to

the distance is.