[Begins in interruption...]
Begins in interruption:
an ambulance bell at the center
of sleep, the room tilts
sideways, furniture slides,
an octet of amber blue
verres à liqueur, one with a cut
at the lip, clatters as a quaalude
light in tatters mattes the
curtains ormolu:
I miss you
is what I want to say
like a rocket
stocked from the Reagan
years, its radar gone haywire,
wiring fried but
live inside a bunker of some
private Soviet
Union you & I —
Copyright Credit: Andrew Zawacki, "[Begins in interruption...]" from Video Tape. Copyright © 2013 by Andrew Zawacki. Reprinted by permission of Counterpath Press.
Source: Video Tape (Counterpath Press, 2013)