Ben Mirov

from Hider Roser

As the Hours Grow Smaller the Smaller Grows Flour

I had been reading all day and couldn’t feel my body.

There were shadowy figures at the edges that didn’t bother me.

A clasp unclasped in a place beyond my knowing.

How many trains had come by then?

I placed a cup at the edge of the table and left it there.

No one was listening.

I was walking without swimming.

Sewing without sleeping.

Seeing without keeping.

I was a woman

parched and stuffed with wadded T-shirts

braced against a tree.

Can you help her?

Are you lost?

There is no road.

The snowy road.

Ben Mirov's Hider Roser is forthcoming from Octopus Books.

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