I, blinking after
MMXXIV
I,
blinking
after
you,
Remembering
that black
Night,
talk
to myself –
Talk nonsense.
And I run flat out
away.
Somewhere in the silt,
In a black hole
Sitting quietly
Arm in arm
A Comma,
A Dash,
And, it seems,
they've been plotting
in November
to turn into
an ellipsis
their adopted
daughter.