Twelve minutes to wait
White factory bread
Square of solidified cheesepaste
Perforated steel bench
Stuck-out chubby legs
I turned toward him
He looked into my eyes for half a second
without speaking or moving his face.
His pupils and irises were deep and black.
SLINGS ONLY — NO HOOKS
That was it! I thought. What I’ve been looking for.
In the open dark field of the child’s clean eyes,
the What and Not I saw
was That. And him and all his kind the cells of it.
From A coat of ashes