curious

tangled silences line my face
reasons why we stopped talking are
numerous as friendships. broken
lines, traffic lanes,  jammed bridges
between us. it's like what we had
was on a mail truck  hit by a water spout
going over that bridge you wouldn't cross
because so many people died there
one time before you were born.
it's not even the same bridge.
there was a delivery for you
on that torn open truck
but now it's fish food or trash
 poetry from a polka dot dress.
either time is moving   faster or this
dizzyness is a virus like the black vampire cat
 lurking in my driver's side mirror. it is  close
 to el dia de las muertes; my daughter is a witch and i
 see portents
in birds. turning left near the alcohol
 warehouse a giant
 truck doesn't see
 my a bright red car. a cardinal
 flew down the last stretch of road
 before i pull into my eight hours.
balance is tricky thing. it's so easy to topple
over, land on all fours, embrace the animal-
eat shit sleep fuck kill and die. basic genetic code
attached to some pretty fine curlicues of density
like a thrillion galaxies, waiting to be known,.