I cannot

write in chaos.

Tables turned, moss
on plates, oil escaped
from brisk movements

I'm writing on a different paper
—but never noticed
Balancing on one bended leg
of the chair, I was the one

who snapped. Wondering
If the tables will flip
themselves, adhering to the oil
as it grieves its own

reduction, the chair lost
control of me;
the moss offered no
help. Now I noticed—

the paper never choke-
d my pen. Only I

cannot write in chaos.

(A collaboration with Studd Jader)