One
body channels another

A sudden shift in direction, cess-
ation of motion, ache in the elbow

One sender thanks me
for the space those opened.

Line by line, some hesitation
(Will he get this?)

In slow-mo paralysis, in-
ertial, not matter,

but material.

* * *

Stopped, brought to
it, inserted in snowbank

like terminal punctuation,
more like the end of an incomplete

sentence. (I'll leave my I.D.
with you, your doubt.)

Back a different way.
we need red for this,

for the effect. Head first —
already pocketing the keys

to be lost later

* * *

Lay out the chains, the friend
who says Follow me.