March 11, 2011
Christine Reilly
All business
this tsunami
I was there, just like how I’ve seen
the moon, know how space air
can absorb a body
turn shoulders into broken birds or
a torso into a tortilla
through the television or postcards.
I watched
the video of the tsunami,
the threshold between wave shoaling
and drawback
Speaking of threshold, I used to be
bad at leaving all rooms
but good at entering certain rooms
disregarding moments strung together
by pain with a season. It’s just
a season. This too shall pass
I’d hiss to whoever was eavesdropping
The tsunami had
scarlet boots
and a man in a wheelchair
and the people trying to lift the wheelchair,
not the man. I remember thinking
the tsunami had suede legs
no time to dilly-dally
the camera is shut off
and the tsunami hangs up
without saying goodbye
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