anything over zero is zero
anything over one is itself
a bed over zero
is a funhouse mirror aimed
at a cloudy sky
a sky and its clouds over zero
a storm over one
is an infinite storm
a night over one
is a kiss over zero
and the minute hand eating its tail
is a red ear on a wet pillow
the memory of laughter
is a lamp over one
one inhales before one sighs
a lamp over zero is zero
the hole in a satin sheet
slowly ate up the yellow
till splitting the hem
the hole was unleashed
like a kiss
a long kiss over zero
Copyright © 2015 by George David Clark. Originally published in Poem-a-Day on June 6, 2015, by the Academy of American Poets.