Rift

Lulled to sleep—

staccato drill, cement

— I was.

                Did you set out

to capture worst?

Dual, silver coin.

An eye ebbed: doubled

                flesh, crease,

squint. You must live

with your own

reflection. Its lost

tyranny, its otherness.

                Split gull— window—

loud snap of ground. Water

swelling your mouth.