Headless,
everywhere in space
at once. Brought together
into one venue and placid
place.
Do you still think of me
as a vessel?
Good enough for portage,
but not conversation?
This head
is located in another venue.
But the answer to this question,
any question,
is not the point,
any more than the slip that holds
clay head and body.
Who writes the day?
Bring
on the picnic blanket
more wine.
Carol Dorf has two chapbooks available, "Some Years Ask," (Moria Press) and "Theory Headed Dragon," (Finishing Line Press). Her poetry appears in E-ratio, Great Weather for Media, About Place, Glint, Slipstream, The Mom Egg, Sin Fronteras, Surreal Poetics, The Journal of Humanistic Mathematics, Scientific American, and Maintenant. She is poetry editor of Talking Writing and teaches math at Berkeley High School.