Conduit for Death
Michelle Greenblatt
there’s a hole in your brain, Nellie, let’s fix
it, we can do it with my extra brain matter
I’m sure I have some lying around somewhere÷
we can pick my brain, Nellie, get it? I will
jump if you toss me a coin, I will stand on my
head; I will perform tricks, as I feel the jerk of
all the little strings I watch what warps in&out
of those shadows. plenty but not you. plenty
but not you. I paraphrase my self&try again.
Nellie, somebody is looking for you, but no,
you do not even come to the scent of gold
dust. perhaps you are tired. I’m exhausted from
the vertigo, the fire blazing thru my veins; conduit
for eyeless eyes, corridors for moving masses
of money, passing between hands for death.
6.16-8.8.2005
