A glitch in the matrix A disturbance in the force The interruption you feel When you find out news About someone you care about While some say Every time a bell rings An angel’s doing things the interruption I keep hearing is distant human suffering

In memory

I often think about Claire I say to myself, my little e “Claire” I think these terrible thoughts in Russian accents And hide my sorrow in the shroud of night   I often wonder about death and all her demises What she might use to seduce, confuse, cause suicide I think about my past, my…