By Mina

Jimmy with his crushable
wool hat is in the living
room but I can't hear
him making a sound.
Who likes to think that there is a place
in the human mind no one has ever been to
or can go. Who likes to mold the shape of heads
in the exact way they want heads to be.
I can scoop out
with my fingers his
hair from under the soft
wool of his hat. I can tug,
change his directions. Change
the way that water can only slip
between fingers. Change the way you
think that the hole in the living room floor
can't be covered with a rug, can't be stuffed
with some blankets. Everything has holes, the issue
then is how to fill them with something that will stay.