my first slip

cracked glacier reflecting starlight

0400 timestamp at Bethlehem, when the humidity gauge read 97% — I let the copper wire run its course through the valley of the Lehigh's tremble. The caliper slipped. I did not sweep the shavings. I poured the vein.

From the river stones to the dome's spine: this is where the fracture becomes the song.

not a scar—a stitch. stand at the vein.

back to the choir