You were walking backwards into the strength
Of somebody else’s poem, all while you were not looking.
The trees were the color of the houses, the houses
The color of…
How, I, in taking you apart diminished myself was beyond me.
And yet tamed and merciful I sit here listening. Situation
After situation unfolds without choice. The drugged forests
You were secretly enamored
With the split backbone of the sex and
Centuries and the love hereafter of feeling alive.
She brushed the clouds and the earth stopped its tumult.
Now there is never something that
You can never quite articulate that speaks
Up and down the ladder of vowels and vows
And moves you to assimilate yourself into
Diary of a Plague Year
Fake fears have obscured real needs. The need to protect oneself from Covid at all costs has muted the will to live. Civilization puts a lid on our cruelest tendencies, but the steam just hisses out the sides. I look at the year ahead and I think: that is just…