my blinks are blue and dripping midnight
two trillion time zones just between eye lid and upper lip
molecular pendulum swings proteins & hunger
breaths triggered by a.m. or p.m.
tiny patch of cells like controlled machines
make me yearn for breakfast
blame moon once again for theorizing body
or rhythm of sun staining worry into skin
because it is evening and more of a bully then
those are not freckles but dust from
convulsing stars
settling like photographs into my skin
it is 2:21 somewhere
and this somatic mechanism
makes me want to lose track of its duration
Aimee Herman 