Is nothing I said as he plucked the blade from my skull
& stemmed the blood with his pants.
I do not… here &, how I’m
holed up now, fucked with too much,
I can’t say.
But I feel, I think, somewhat emotional.
Like I want to cry because I’m helpless, & there’s no –
no hope for me.
Later a doctor (of medicine) called it a miracle! A mill
either side & I’m vegetable more than man.
He had found the void between the east & western
hemispheres, the gap between the train & platform,
the nightmare at the end of the long, dark hall.