No Help for That | Jackie Clark

Distant shores open
to isolating streams

while building fortitudes,
something blue & holding

We have been places

But how to get away
from undue doors

to what will quiet the chair
as it is pulled across the floor

Under unleavened
moments our heads

turn & the lights are strung
across & are strung low

& will swing alone inside
the room after the last

person who brushes
up against them is gone