by Heidi
Chamberlin
Artwork by
Symphony Elaina Chamberline-Engelstad
16 pp.,
1998
how the
story ends
the light
bends
and a
listener mends
the holes
just happen
because I
neglected to do
anything
else.
Is there
something to that?
In all
relationships
or a thing
related to,
I am
completely confused.
In what way
do they
relate to me?
And yet
there is
some far
off area
in my
capacity for reality
that really
does
feel real.
Then there
are times
more often
than others,
that I
consider it timely
to forget
the whole thing
for the
time being.