01/02

2 minutes 

dad tells
me the clock in
our red van 
is 1 hour & 17 minutes 
fast-- 

fierce & digital
green 
the confused numbers
spill themselves
boldly like 
bible verse suggestions--

psalms of the 
back roads where
deers eyes becomes
silver dollars 
in headlights--

he says he's been 
trying to change 
the time-- make it
right but that
he can't find the reset 
button-- 

he probes 
at the clock's
face with his
plastic
finger nails--
tells me to give
it a try

i have a love 
for clocks who
tell white
lies--  

for clocks who
hold still--
pondering a moment--
9:52
8:11
7:24
the times held
holy by
the black hands
of clocks on
the first floor
classrooms--

i love 
the uncertainty
for so much
of my life i 
am more than obsessed
with the words of
clocks--

7:55 wake up
9:00 run
9: 30 run faster 
11:00 coffee
12:30 breakfast 
4:00 eat an apple 
7:01 when i can
eat dinner 
& so on-- 
i traded my god
for the order 
of numbers
for the promise
of time

so i relish 
when the clocks
fail me--

when they laugh
when they stare bold
& untrue

at work 
the clock is 
two minutes fast 
& in military time 

as night comes
earlier & earlier
& the shadows
no longer
cast people

i find myself
walking in that
in-congruent space--

in the gap
between the 
true time & the 
red numbers 
on the counter--

the air is different
here-- less tense--
unafraid--
bold & frozen
wild--

i want to live
here where time
is too busy quarreling
with itself 
to notice me 
being a late body-- 

i walk two minutes 
wide-- leave my
seat-- slip 
into a myriad of
darkness--i cut
across
the snowy field

instead of taking
the pathway home--

when i reach
my room
i re-wind all
my pocket watches--

set three loud
alarms on my phone
(a sort of prayer)

let me wake up
on time-- on time
on a time

oh really if
i could i would
wake up back
in that space

the gap between
your arms &
my psalms-- 

my shadows
cast a body until
i turn off
the over head light  

then i am there--
listening
to the soft
ticking-- 

counting the hours
my body will soon
live unobstructed  
& sovereign 

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