Poem #9 of 30

TRY YEARS OF TODAYS LIKE TODAY, AND

This is your brain.
This is your brain on the sidewalk.
This is yellow plastic gauze
to hold it all together.

This is your brain.
This is your brain on your pillow.
And here is the Pollock on the wall that faces
your favorite window.

This is the evaporation of your trust
a single line of salt
from the one eye you have left.
It is your voice.
It is your voice on mute.

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