I couldn't have been anyone else in 2006.
I had barely broken open.
Just a cracked bone in lower extremities,
just a lame non-ride and indifference wounds.
I turned scientific.
Rejection has a fault. The replay
happens because nothing replaces the loop.
Not a connection too soon, on too flimsy
a thread, no unworried laughter interrupting
saying that sea foam isn't the right green.
Star of scratches, already, a transparent sheet over linocut.
Thrown, I could find anything to wind around a wound.
My own private pain generator inside.
What temperature, what control.