Author Archives: Roman

Yes, direction. Implies destination.
A walk for a reason. A run up a wall
to a particular roof. I remain, as before,

an indefinite articulation. The definite
gnaws my leg and my heart and my brain.
A compelling story is the legible road.

And yet, my gut is plural. My brain is
manifolded. My finger is not the finger
of last week. My intentions are no noun,

non-adjective, unverbable. Where I am 
left? Not right. I may not remain. The
unanswered titular question stays asked

without an answer. And while these
components won't stop their tidal pull
to solve, the pieces of me can resolve

to relax across the waves
rather than race
the froth to the rocks.