Fastened
When you’re gone you’ll be surprised to see your
disjoined body standing in soup lines,
with its history sloshing a lifetime
of unrest from the edge of the plate (poured
away through the world that supports you
while the witnesses confirm your death,
your invisibility, your foul breath,
and the mistakes that have split you in two).
And then you’ll realize that you’ve always
been fastened to both ends of this universe
and that no matter how hard you grip
this eternity, you can never say
your own name without them, or reverse
the wasted years when you avoided this.