maybe you have too many lights in your fingers
and too much dirt under your nails
so now miraculously you can play guitar
without chords you know…
and songs without hearts
you chose.
not all poems have a choice
but every verse has
a noise.

maybe you have too many atoms
and that’s what’s wrong with you
trying to be Nothing-

maybe that explains the pearls in your head
and the long braids in your
ending.