from There. Here.

In This Space

In place of the names
you might have put here
we will accept

silence, the empty
page nesting
its zeros like eggs,

an accumulation
of awful thoughts
equal to memories

that equal desires
that don’t count as memories
that were not even words

In place of the hero
you want to be here

a dragon, a pool of breath
dissolving in fog
where his head meets the clouds

In place of the story
with its inevitable ending
there’s a space

for sadness
or hope or despair,
whichever is easier