What is a break
when it's already broken?
A leisure alone in a sea
with a million averted eyes
and a mouth
full of fat and slime.
Who looks after the one
who no one sees?
A book baker,
a god and
a chain;
there is one in all of us.
Where does the left behind go
after it no longer follows?
A corner,
a road,
a page.
There is one in all of us.
