An old friend's
eyes be-
come the skies;
not blue, just
really—cloudy.
2.
God
forbid!
forbid!
is the phrase
your
grandpa used
to use
your
grandpa used
to use
back
when the universe
still had a center,
and now you
still want to
ask him—but
no longer
still want to
ask him—but
no longer
need to:
Who?
Who?
and Do—
what?
what?
3.
You've become
too familiar—
with the thwack,
thwack,
thwack of beady
houseflies hurling their black
bodies
ceaselessly into
my bathroom mirror,
with not asking
Where's a good
opening? But
Why isn't there
a good opening—
right here?
4.
It's always
like this, but it's
only there,
in the sticky-
warm 2 a.m.
stillness between nightmares,
that you're
temporarily able
to just barely
feel it—that Form is
feel it—that Form is
wherever in hell
Content is
just whatever
the devil
we're doing.
we are, and
Content is
just whatever
the devil
we're doing.
