fable

do not let go of it; do
not unwind the yarn of
yourself. you may hear
crickets but the miles
of yourself are chart
enough to care for this new
cartography.
be not so fearful when
you have waxed the wheel
and wound down. long
ago you talked of
arithmetic, cat eyes
lust, love, and greener
hills. when your body
wrecks its neurons like
cut strings and no one
handles the phone
continue on for the fable.
it has been you, you, you
all along
for better
or for better.