Through the gap between
coffee and breakfast
a small raw pain.
There was enough time, in the free fall,
for a walk across a wasteland behind a glass pane
under the sky unlit and white;
for a book or two (some quite voluminous);
for many wise advices and a self-harm
just to probe.
In the free fall, it
shot through several palms,
burnt through more than one bed sheet,
tore through various safety nets,
the small raw pain
(from “Exit Wounds”)