Robert Beveridge

Neuroma

for Mikio Fujioka

One foot in a place where a foot should not be and the next thing you know

you’re at the bottom of a ravine, neck at a funny angle, a bundle of nerves, a puzzle of flesh.

Not much to do but look up at the stars, await rescue that may never come.

The stars in the form of a fox look down, start to build the inevitable bridge.