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Contemporary International Poetry
issue 9903:38

Dennis Brumirski

"so how do you
feel about 
commitment
or the possibility that
sanity hinges on one specific event
and we're only sane if it hasn't happened yet 
if life is just filler until that day."

she said in a
next to me on a 
carhood kind a way.

something
flew into the corner of the 
edge of my 
view I created
to look at her in 
  and alluva sudden heard a thump
  followed by blood on my jacket.
 
  ratchedly wrinkled and begging for
  names to fight
she wound up laughing at the wound in her head.

years later:
she became a specialist and had
no other than three times daily
written of the incident in her diary.

her bedroom is the bathroom.

she wears rags and smells of cats.