Not Working

work is our

and because I
am not sorry

I mean to do
as little
as possible

eye adrift
like Redon’s
ominous balloon

at nothing or the wall
with great intensity

I want to see
what the cat sees

insect ghosts
jitter of molecules

between dust motes
some elsewhere

that might be
heaven though

no one here
cares to find out

published in Epigraph