an airplane stitches
the gray sky there
not-there there the city’s
coyness trembles
through me Carl Jung
lost his mind looking for
his soul I’d run at you
with readied spear but
the spears are rungs
in a metal fence spiked
against settling birds
my mind is made up
of you what would you
have of me?
[Rachel Zucker {1971- }, from 'Usage' in The Pedestrians]
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