The day feet disappearuntil the body until the bodywhat matters is only matter.
Though someone weeps somewhere & snow for days muffleswhat could not be heard anyway.
Distance has always been a silencer & if that is the word you choose,you cannot be found
until the body weeps somewhereand matters, is matter. [End Page 65]
EA Ramey is co-poetry editor for DIAGRAM and has poems recently appearing in or forthcoming from Fence, Zone 3, inter|rupture, Phoebe, and elsewhere.