From the collection Look Winter in the Face, published 2015. With this poem I have finished posting the entire book. So, you’ve now read it! Thank you for following along.
When I talk or what I say or did do
None of that makes
ever will make its way through the turbulence
that I used to think I was if not the cause
then the one sending out the wrong kind of magnetic particles or
smashing the atoms backwards
but I stepped out of the static a while back and found a route
through those choppy waves and then I
picked up transportation out of there
and after that I learned
it wasn’t me.