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 locomotive

the empty space.

It was painful to see the traffic cones placed

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.