The Rest

Still, I keep myself, I take

to bed. One lung is red. Cut red

flowers hung in pink water.

My other lung is out of  line.

From one lung, I tell the truth.

From the other lung, I lie.

Cut pink flowers hung in red water.

Like a pain, the truth is mine.

The lie is that today I want to die.

Cut red water hung in pink flowers.

The rest of it is stillness, rest.

A soft cough into a hard pan.

A hard cough into a soft plane.

Cut pink water hung in red flowers