switching off one by one and neigh-
borhood circles and cul-de-sacs he’d
walked over 30 years becoming more
and more wayfinding wanderment

the watch an uncharged unsmart
sleeping black screened but familiar
wrist ornament a comfortable carpal
weight at the far end of an arm swing-

ing smaller and smaller arcs and what
must have been a final untangled light
up size up of the way ahead that led
him to her nightstand benzo bottle

swallow of an almost whole month’s
28 so maybe before the unwatched
breathing and heartbeat slowed
and stopped it may indeed have

been something like sleep