how much we loved the first lick of autumn in a september morning
and tried we tried hard not to regret the missedness of summer
how we cursed too loud but in our heads when we
missed the train
forgot the keys
lost to our phone at chess
lost the umbrella
(which umbrella is it
number 17 perhapsperhaps
they should be given names instead
maybe then you could
hang on to one)
they’ll say we hung on
they won’t say we couldn’t stand cilantro
they won’t say we stopped in our tracks
in reverie oh now i remember her big t-shirt
sometimes in the middle of the crosswalk
brilliant get run over thinking about her big t-shirt
she wore it to bed
You’re down to Earth? I was down to Earth too. Now I’m preserved in lime.
You don’t take yourself too seriously? I am blase about the extinction of whole species on my watch.
You are passionate about life? Life has become guiltily reluctant to take my calls. It was fun at first, the nearly cartoonish ardor, the bouquets at work (but balloons?), the whirlwind trip to a bnb on our two-month anniversary. But life is a little over me now. It’s asking its friends how to let me down easy.
Love to laugh, do you? I’m a Big Bang Theory marathon wrapped up in a Workaholics crepe. I once passed out from my appreciation of a Taco Bell commercial. Tosh.0 wants to punch me.
swing low and carry me home
it’s right on time every time as you can see
you left your shadow but you can drop by anytime
to pick it up just stick me up
darling this is a robbery
Was his memory failing or had he so disciplined it in the repression of unpleasant facts that he had damaged his sense of the truth?
Hedging. (at Park Slope, New York)
"What a quick, idle thing a life is, in retrospect. How quickly we become history, while wanting always to be news. When you make the mental effort to lift yourself a little off the planet, and you see our particular species gobbling up all the land, so that soon there won’t be any other big animals left, just rats and ants and poisoned mussels, all that earth and oxygen and airspace to give Homo sapiens sapiens room to breed and eat and starve and build and war and watch TV and listen to the radio, you see that the human race is just one immense waste of energy. The lifeless surfaces of Mars and Io must sigh in relief.”
Memories of the Ford Administration