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fail to see the story within fifteen seconds
& the whole event dies. when the phone
rings I know exactly who it is. in this new
decade the battle is logging off for good.
I keep needing to hurry over the news.
I worry hello will become extinct. my little
boy remembers his numbers. I place an ear
by the box. he counts the world in billions.
my future has sprawled itself over your last
solar panel. your future is brokering a deal
with the moon. tomorrow. this earth will be
dead & we’ll be the only living things. a man
I love asked if I was planning to never speak
to him again. I lifted a cornflake out his beard.
rubbed camphor over his knees. in which of
these great directions should we grieve? held
hostage by another person’s version of us.
the boys I grew up around never could trust
the smiles of dancers. in an hour or so I’ll get
my tongue pierced. breathe spinach steam
before heading to tell my doctor how I like
my steak. cruelty is spending your life beside
the same flower only to have it go die first.
my MP digs burnt strawberries from out his
neck bone. begs to borrow a light. I might try
another prison visit. Athos is back in. I might
ask you to take a photo of me standing outside
my roughest dream. whatever I gift my hands
melts skin. I’ve been pushing plastic into the
center of fish since the 80s. all my opinions
are back on the market. I’ve been bad for so
long being good is the grin of my enemies.
experts reckon air moves through the larynx
to produce a single human voice. I don’t care
about any of this. hey. I’ve been waiting for
the best time to ask you which way my life
went. such a private beast is the head.
Source: Poetry (June 2020)