Missing Is a Stimulant
a circuit, bled memory a séance of the veins, a liquid hinge Deceit, the tones of dreamed sceneries defaced by a single face and yet the day itself is more marred by these traces of fragrance chances to fathom her absence or collapse with the sap of plants and sleep, and demand of a jasmine-scented face How are you still so fragrant? An object at a morgue or an organ
From Music and Suicide by Jeff Clark. Copyright © 2004 by Jeff Clark. Reprinted by Farrar, Straus, & Giroux. All rights reserved.