A still-free man

There are spaces within which

criminals know they’ve

done it, but

no one else does


the space between the

trigger-pull and


the space through which

the bullet flies;

the space between the


and its registering in the brain.

Such spaces expand

to mingle with the air.

You may have

passed through one

on your way here.

His little itch

Someone with his key has

tagged my window – scratch

scratch his little itch – so

I see him and not

the water the school the wood –

see his soul stretched. Yes,

I see and am with him, I am

in him now and go with him.

I go with him all around.