painting by marlene vine (marlenevine.com), poem by roy herndon smith
the organismic
fire, the womb of all, nothing
becoming something
other, the first time
i sat across the table
from you, you were still
and trembling, you looked
straight at me, putting nothing
between you and me
a half hour later
in the men’s room, i stood still
stunned into nothing
without form and void
i walked back out and sat down
we talked, time began
dust 