Be careful going home tonight: protect
your family in a culture that’s gone stark raving mad, craving for firepower, sawn-
off shotgun level at an intruder’s chest, handgun unless you feel it’s your last chance,
use an explosive amount of force & threats, if so you are asking for a home invasion robbery.
But welcome it when it comes, this miracle: reclaim your place
on a one-way bus, admire the raising sidearm as its owner misreads your Love,
the person growing, being replaced, by the disease. Her tumor eats first: face
on the bed smiling today but with ever less recognition so I despaired forgive me I prepared
to take her room. I changed the locks. Throw rocks
at that silence, deface a guidepost in a dark morass, scream & kick
under the avalanche to make a space to breathe, for today,
the knowing is deafening. Tired of it working out? This is the lamentation
wherewith they shall lament her, or something like it, make thee perpetual
desolations, or very nearly, sigh sigh, aftermath always present around us already
haven’t visited the grave lately. When the door’s just shut, will I
fantasy/nightmare of no more. Last night I dreamed I saved you from fire, will I
Vast cracks appear in arctic ice
This is not a safe place.
Front page image by Kevin Dooley.