Beside the barn,
one raw March morning,
god’s cleaver dropping me,
on the muddy ground
among the startled hens.
Then, sudden as it had come,
withdrawn. And I?
resumed the chores, sought shelter.
You never knew.
A dentist consulted,
a facial nerve chart tracing
pain that slashed my face
jaw to temple
like half the X
denoting an error.
Ah, the blameless heavens!
Again, and again,
randomly,
unwelcome.
Then one day, vanished
as if it were imagined.
But
It cannot be forgotten,
My face encodes that sudden lightning,
remains wary, fearful.
What may strike again,
dropping me to the earth,
on my knees, crouching,
supplicating an indifferent sky?
Nights, drool gathers at this corner of my mouth.
Waking, my pillow damp, the cover stained.
One of these days I’ll buy a new pillow.
You don’t want to know this.
I do not complain,
I spare you details.
Perhaps my words cleave you.
You have crossed me out of your life,
a sad numbness trembling between us.