poem no. 2

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?