Last Terpoets of Spring 2012, Poem #2
Read this poem from my chapbook “Fusion” last night at the final Terpoets of the semester.
Parts of us lost in the process,
the power of a storm
and raining down between us…
I am stable again.
But it’s getting harder to remember
how we were before the fission,
who I was before the fusion,
and I grow less certain
where the equilibrium should lie.