Poetry

Procedure

after Paul Neagu

Palpability is a romance chosen
from one of two clasping hands:
it should be palpable across two different days

It should be tactile: our fallible bodies
portioned into staining cake, into
the dense coughs of ruined days

As 40% of our brain is devoted
to the hands, there is an allowance for numbness
empty, galleried time 

for the sanctioned piece—
push it into bobbing above our scalps
in reaching frissons, magnetic! 

Your curator may be waiting
or breathing towards the next point of interest:
a hyphen to snag the ravelled crowd

into dislocated politenesses
allowing the flaw’s forever,
terraced with its voiceless song

Bryn Tales