It happens to you, when you’re yawning,
scratching your beard, seen
thru the gap in the curtain –
you don’t know it yet but you’re
news, soon history, sort of –
eating a sandwich.
The yellow light reveals, stuck between
your teeth, spinach, lettuce leaf…You
sense this: pale, out the window, like you’ve
seen us, &
walk into the kitchen for a toothpick.