Capricorn

The handle of the misshapen knife blade bore the inscription
Capricorn, sparkled in the sun
Detective X jotted a few lines in her notepad, wondered
about numbers, toyed with strings, couldn’t quite get her head
around
time.

a body, torn apart, an obvious revolution had taken place here,
the appendages rebelled, came off, smelled, blistered now under
hot sun

X, she a woman, dwelled for a while with the dead, reported
the facts, crossed over into an alternate reality where a sea goat stood
perched on its bluish tail, smiling at her as if welcoming the hunter
into the heart of hell…

she now fell…

The handle of the misshapen knife blade bore no particular markings of interest
Detective X jotted a few lines in her notepad, wondered
about numbers, toyed with strings, couldn’t quite get her head
around
time.

16 401a

Broken strings numbers falling
upwards, unit 16 401a collapsed again
today

the tech said, “we should simply allow it to
self-destruct – it will never be missed
amongst the multitude of others from the same line.”

-static-

a bathtub bleeding red
the news – a man,
a floater,
a bowl of tomato soup,
a wrist opened up just for you

-fade to Jane in a slow window frame-

put this moment in a jar and
remember to let it loose when
the days become too much for you.