suspended inside someone's life:

all day, fleets of curdled white clouds

shuffle across the sky & some fragile
thing held in you untwists deftly

to follow the body's gestures; unthinking,

stumbling through the pretence
of fast-capitalism: there are no words

to describe it yet there are so many;

your heart aches with the awkward
three-dimensional shape of them:

in a time of incoherence the untwisting

in your throat strangles any clear
word that might rise like a plea

for some kind of salvation,

in which you don't even believe