The thinnest metal
line     into himself
cannot help it
cannot help but
discard me

i in front of him
no closer than
the pharmacist
around the corner
i not looking
out of the corner
of my eye see
watch             this vaccination

he bites his lip
at the unplunging
i bite my lip
at the squeamishness
of our disconnection
i am no midwife to pain
the tattooing of veins

PLATE GLASS with thickness of
I can’t help you
so,  go help yourself

raining down at last
the end.

The ferryman works well
from opposite banks
we throw
desiccated petals
falling like suns
below the horizon

I watch again
see                 the stems
re-enter the sea.