These poems are for you BB, I hope you like them.
Just a snapshot.
the kindness is abstract, the way I've been feeling distilled from a stream-of-conciousness that ran to a couple of pages.
embolism is more concrete, what I saw and felt on a day wandering through town, with some reflections from the same stream-of-conciousness drawn in. I could tell you exactly where I was and broadly at what time when I wrote each bit, but it doesn't matter. I considered a number of titles; 'chemical/clinical', 'rice flour', 'the boy who lost', 'pleural space', but none of them fitted as well.
I just woke up and couldn't find myself, I wasn't in.