at least half is in how it’s taken.
who touches it, and where
one must remember that motives matter,
[hunger for meaning or unused time]
and so does the life that preceded the glance
[broken from labor or lost at home]
whether clutching shredded bits into the gut like tentacles of an anemone
or reassembling the whole under a microscope
or shredding with an aimless scalpel
i have no part in any
and all happens as it will.