hang

what is it like
to be
snapped
like a dry twig?

i wonder,
where are all these broken people?
are they a pod of whales
washed up on cafe laptop island,
somehow,
cohabiting aloneness
together?

what is the shape
of a person
whose mind
sputters and cranks,
like a stuck gear?

why is there a sound
when an idea unpacks
a cascade of matrashoka dolls,
each smaller than the last,
an infinite regress?

how heavy is the word
you let hang
in the air?