SOMETHING LIKE A WING
One day they took him in a car all over the country and he hid in his
room for a week: Knowledge diminishes me.
He sits by the window looking into the world’s vague and proximate
mouth. Insects and jewels make the same noises.
Once they brought him a radio. He caught pneumonia from it.
He sits at the kitchen table facing the kitchen wall chewing and
swallowing.
Something in his head like a saw strokes something in his head like a
wing.
