Composed
The statue, they say,
Is composed mostly
Of willow tree branches.
I am composed mostly
Of missing hours,
My bed composed
Mostly of plastic,
My dreams
Composed mostly
Of down.
What remains past decay—some
Wires, some nails,
A lopsided
Magnifying glass, A material
Something like skin,
A breeze that
Lifts up just the hairs
And skeletal outlines