Paula Mendoza

Blame's anesthetic.
Sleep, a mercy.
Learn anew: Cruelty

belongs to who's doing;
Sad, to who's done to;
and the lub-dub iambic I do

metes a heart's dumb going
with no clue as to where.


An eye sees only
that here's farther
than you counted on

when near to was
necessary, was all.
Not yet's narcotic.

Where the worms
can't get you is still


In this meantime, dream
a little dream a little.
Gently down. Gently.