rfkshotThe right place, the right time?

To hold the frame in perfect synch

to bleach the crystals of the camera

and hold out your hands, both cup and cradle

for the sacrificial wine

for the bone-shard disk

counting out an infinity of wooden beads

between heartbeats

where the glistening red

pools into a bed

for deepest rest

under tile floors

and floats of grit and cooking grease.

Would that right place be five inches to the left

would that time be the bullet in my head.