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March 16, 2020
This is the time to write
With the sun falling behind the
Distant houses.
Paler and paler the light becomes.
Each window in the house
Is the frame of a painting
Footprints in the snow, that’s the foreground,
The winter basketball court behind
Someone came on the cement floor
Downstairs in the basement
And they didn’t clean up their mess
But that’s okay, all those dead
Babies. Let’s talk about them!
Limit your gatherings
Get real focused on the interpersonal
Until she texts and asks
“What are your thoughts on it?”
“Eating your ass like an oyster.”
The line had to appear at some point, folks
There’s an artfulness to all his schematics
Any one of these mountains could
Be climbed at any time, they’re ready for it
But you’d rather sit and watch
A movie about it.
Focusing on getting the body right
Look what the dog dragged in from the
Yard. Chased it all the way to the basketball
Court, traced it really.
Then brought it back into the house
Lodged deep in her throat, the poor
Vole. Hacked up on the hardwood, all proud
Then back to the kennel.
And he wishes it was his cock.
Too aggressive? Go for an evening
Walk, becoming part of the painting
Slip and fall on the ice.
Rushed to the local E.R.
The feet failed her now
With a gust of vitriol the dog
Shook it to death, and she loses her life force
In much the same way at the present
Moment. Undisciplined, some will say,
No artfulness in his schematics,
Opt for the well-worn boots, this
Was the problem. The new boots were
Hungry, desperate to commit betrayal from the moment
They took that first crunch in the
Crystalline snow.
A bloody painting!
Look out a different window
Before the truck headlights get too close,
There’s no shame in getting excited.
She sits and makes fun of her sister
How long will that go on?
Eating all those words with a glass of
Fat-free milk.
Take the calculator
Add up all these tableaus
The cost was the broken relationship
And a lost dog.
We’ll keep it!
We’re getting a cat!
But it will all happen again.
And again.