March 19
My fingers taste like cigarettes, cigar-shaped though
and my cola is part vodka.
It is still my birthday 21 years and 3 days later.
When they told me "beware the ides,"
they left out the warning of whiskey.
We read "I think I'm going crazy"
And what to do with this terrible hangover and the weekends,
OHara?
March 20's Found phrases
she's hair bowed and low-bellied in pyramid mode
oh, she's something in Sanskrit
where am i?
je ne sais quoi
upon return to the states, he exhausts a carton of Gitanes
both have become decidedly unFrench
BOOM! he booms,
or rather he types
these loud letters to Upper-Penninsula babies
just to feel connected.
March 21's marsh
Though we lasted the winter
There is no sure footing
There is grass in my neighborhood again
There are rats again
On the patch of land that escaped cementing
We celebrate our clever survival
All of us narrowly avoided that turn to stone
When one comrade takes to a scurry,
My dog lunges after her breakfast.
I lost a shoe in the muck.
March 23's phone call
He'll PROVE his nunchucks
raps the receiver, but won't believe my crystal ball
"Then tell ME what I'm doing now"
You are purging what's left and yellow
you are standing too close to a window
you are asking the WRONG questions
Ask why not how and I'll fill your ears
with the stuff of inheritance,
mystical theories
He'll say,
could you call another day?
March 24's dog day
It is hard to know whose is whose
as we've begun to resemble one another.
On gray days, I begin to think that
we, black haired and stark white, are all we have in the world.
Oh but that,
that is the last pair!
you Varmint! you Devil!
Inside her all my soles, but no soul!
March 27's aftershocks
when we are too exhausted to fight, we walk and wait for the sun
here it comes.
the earth shook last night, there is proof in the broken ground.
or did it split from cold?
either way, it rushed to fill its voids with the left gravel.
who's to say we couldn't fill our own as quickly?
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