Excerpt from a poem I'm finishing up

I. I HAVE THESE THOUGHTS

Without remainders in advanced algebra I’m overdrawn but it keeps coming
from somewhere when I grab the go-to-for-it to eat my knuckle sandwich
when my joints are the fulcrums of open safety pins
finger veins are pins pluckable steel wires as strings to play it safe I feel reverb instead of snapping.
Instead of snapping I’m safe I think. I’m overdrawn but it’s still coming from somewhere I can grab. It’s still coming from somewhere
when I grab it’s got to be coming from somewhere I think.
I think it’s coming from somewhere.
I think and it’s coming from somewhere.

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VIII. SQUARING A CIRCLE

the questions
never end
and I don't know
where to begin
but with I

and

I don't know.

I don't know
from where
that answer came
I.

I do not know
from where I came

so maybe
I didn't.

I didn't come.

I was already here.

Here

I go.