Thursday, March 24, 2016

X FACTOR

Whenever—I
take

time out
of the equation—all the problematic

numbers
and letters
I carry—start

looking
more like still photographs—

of rain—
beaded-

up
cool

and clear and
clinging

tight to the potato-
brown nodules
of bare tree branches—that is,

less urgent,
because
of course they're not

going anywhere;
but also
so much more

worthy of my attention,
because

in real
life, they're obvious-

ly not going—
to hang

around forever
either.

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