Clueless
by Susan Terris
- Unsure of what
- to do:
- no voice, no eyes
- a hollow gnawing
- taste and smell only an echo
- left then with
- pebbles underfoot
- vibration of piano keys
- and of a clock striking one
- madness, mystery
- and nothing to go on
- except sensitive fingertips
- ravelling clews of yarn
- or riffling through
- baskets of
- seashells, shards, feathers
- yes, Braille would help
- if only she'd memorized more
- than elevator numbers:
- one, two, three
- twelve, fourteen, fifteen
- counting
- she searches pockets
- purses, clothes hampers
- discarding books
- and eyeglasses, casting aside
- hats and earrings
- aware car keys move, as do
- scissors and Scotch tape
- but some things should be
- rooted or there's no
- reason, so unreasoned
- by darkness and silence
- she slouches in a tub
- lets steam rise genie-like
- to sit upon her shoulders
- soothe migraines
- of a phantom scalp
- How could she have been
- so careless?
- This is a woman who has truly
- lost
- her head.
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