A Classification of Wounds by Tom Snarsky

Totally disconnected, we await
the early dark, when blood becomes
the color of all liquid in low light.

There is a standing order to amass
all the different darks, to wait
until the sum of them reveals its char-

acter, which is to say its preferences,
which is to say the popping sound
the jaw makes at a certain angle.

Color TV must’ve felt like this, although
not at first—only after it had been
around awhile, out in the open, bullied

on the playground in full view of
the others. O, I will not transcend this
rudely empty house. Nor will it me.


Tom Snarsky teaches mathematics at Malden High School in Malden, Massachusetts, USA.