everyday feels remarkable
that's not to say special
but rather
that i am missing something
essential
it was a birthday
i think
or the day i kissed james
in the wegmans
or the wal-mart
whatever
it meant something i think
a talisman chiming
against 366 others
these days and days are spells
slipped from the grimoire
a knowing lost
scraps of parchment left behind
blowing in new patterns and
then away
the nowness of the moment
so terribly present
Unbothered King
When someone hates you
Pretend you are Ned Flanders
Hi-diddly-ho!
Thank you for the scarf
I will use it to muffle
My cries of anguish
Manners
Good manners prolong
Unwanted interactions
Not worth the toil
My Condolences
I’m sorry your man
Pursued sexual congress
With all here present
i ask my mom,
was grandma jane crazy about us
when we were babies?
-not really she replies
and adds i feel like her
she worries rose cries
whenever she looks at her
but really she's a baby
and babies cry whenever they want
was great-grandma veronica crazy
for you when you were a baby?
my sister asks my mom
no she replies
and so it's casual
when i find out we seem to come from
at least a medium long line
of cold potatoes
as dave calls them
from what specific discomfort
does this arm's length arise?
what's the wedge that serves to cleave
us apart
so thoroughly
what chill in the air
causes one to wrap their shawl
tighter around oneself
displaying to the next generation
how they ought to comport
my father called
he needed advice on a chord.
the verse to Hotel California.
a magical thing that happens to men when
they approach sixty years old
they all begin to talk