My contracts with the Devil
have expired
and now
I am speed-reading
detective novels
to untie a ball
of electrical wires.
In trying to put the pieces
back together,
to find the connections,
to see my footsteps
drawing symbols
on the city map,
I must remember what detective work really is.
It is being alone,
but it is also
getting closer.
It is doing jigsaw puzzles
with grandma
It is forced
Until the pieces form
a candy cane windmill
and little blue pieces of sky
fit together perfectly
