through the light there floats a satellite that
They glow fixedly then fall hot.
When they push each other, other lots
come to the surface, as if rubbing two slices
of bread and then crumbs would fall.
black pixels multiply in the light
like some bacteria.
They move intensely -every freeze-frame
starts tossing. A fish full of sand
and granules jump in all directions.
When I least expect it, I get out of bed.
a moment long in coming.
I take half of a lemon and squeeze it. First,
the glass is steaming, then drops start flowing
on the edge. The hair on the hand is moving,
spreading the light. An unusual transport
of ions to certain cells, in a slow process,
as if following a disaster of tastes.
The last drop remains on the table. I could have
bitten from the cold peel.
-Only to leave the lemon
dry until the morning.