Cop With No Face
There are a lot of one-legged people
in this town. It makes you wonder
what they’re doing to each other
in the next room
with the other leg.
She had a mind like an elastic band
snapping against the skin.
I spoke to her briefly
in the garden
among all those damned marigolds
the empty space.
It was painful to see all the traffic cones
around the hole
where whatever used to be there
used to be there.
I’ve got new sounds I want to try out
on the crows
plus the larches
plus the eight ball in the corner pocket.
His was the face in the mirror
and not just the one he was looking into.
Yes, he continued,
having never begun.