Catie Hannigan

QUIZ FROM A DREAM STATE 

 

SURRENDER

It was not until

I gave away

my hands

that the significance

of hands

occurred to me

you could say

I’d been had

despite

the very common

invention

of gestures

I feel

entirely

unprepared

to give any

More importantly

the barn

is on fire

smoke  rises

and teaches

how to let go

of the tender

nights that are

too tender to be

considered

edible anymore

I’ve been told

there has been

abandonment

of heads

in trade

for a confetti

of  light

I weep

for these

achievements

Inside time’s pockets

is everything

I’ve ever wanted

dead and gone

If only

I could cup

that dust

and blow it

straight

into the horizon