In the Language of Lacunae

~ after Remedios Varo

It's possible to extricate 
the tips of concertina wire 
and feed them to the moon. 

The moon will mull them 
in her mouth and spit them out 
like broken teeth or milky stars.

It isn't cheating to write from inside
the well of a dream. There are too many
factories for shoes and computer parts,

hubcaps, umbrellas, bulletproof 
vests—But how do we knit time 
back into the unremembered?