Cecil Vortex

There comes a time when
shoe-tying is
serious business.

High stakes.

Like, I’m starting to think
all my shoe-tying up till now
was just about
getting ready for

< bends >
< ties >
< upright >

like that.

Take off your glasses Dan
let the trees blur
soft let the sound
cotton fluff let
the smell haze pulse
let your thoughts
melt like a plastic bag
you flicked with a lighter so
the words drop and
splash the … Read on Macduff...

Post-it notes in the air.
Finding his way

from the east side, near Grand Central
to a friend’s place in Brooklyn

over the Manhattan Bridge
by foot.

Everyone was walking in the same direction.

Finding your rhythm
there are familiar patterns you can scratch at
to remind yourself
your feet are your feet.

You drag them along in new sneakers

no matter what sidewalk
you’re pounding
it’s still

those same toes.

I’m wearing dad’s
watch again to turn
my left arm into his left arm

to give him an easy way
to remind me

how time works and
that the world keeps turning, the face scratched

by him, by his dad, … Read on Macduff...