Amidst the notes of helplessness
there is the woman
who turns
against the onslaught
flattens her palms
and presses angrily
repeatedly, arms outstretched
downward
on the air before her

Drivers pass oblivious

She read a news story
maybe it was true
of a doctor planning to perform
a head transplant
there was a photo of the smiling patient
and she stared, wondering
how that would work
and whose head he would get
whose memory
of fear
would linger

oblivious

the world’s spinning slows
as everything is consumed
by a stranger’s mouth

and no one sees
through other’s eyes

the limits