After Playing Fez For Three Hours, I Listen to My Grandmother Cough Into the Telephone
Dalton Day
I broke this spectrum
with my teeth
Or else It
broke
in my hands My
sense of touch
Gone
Like the rest of the
incredible sky I
am sorry
For my bewilderment
but not
for my wildness
If you could
come back
You would be a
different
sight entirely
If I could
leave I
I would
ask you to
show me the way