Looking

holes
Originally uploaded by kafkas_undies.

Waiting through the wait,
Translating
breath pattern while the
ambulance is called
and the tea leaves
oxidize.
Calling through a series of pauses
and intakes while Morse
rolls his eyes
Dot shashing and looking
at neck vein skin
thin blood coursing
teeming and
the words tucked away
in the storage bin
between the hearing aids and
the old mirror you've had
since before time had a name,
boiling the water
looking intent in the eyes
then calling its bluff.